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Based on “The Wolf” by Hermann Hesse
Sie lachten, sie prahlten, sie freuten sich auf Schnaps und Kaffee, sie sangen, sie fluchten. Keiner sah die Schönheit des verschneiten Forstes, noch den Glanz der Hochebene, noch den roten Mond, der über dem Chasseral hing und dessen schwaches Licht in ihren Flintenläufen, in den Schneekristallen und in den gebrochenen Augen des erschlagenen Wolfes sich brach.
They laughed, they boasted, they sang, they cursed; they were looking forward to brandy and coffee. None of them saw the beauty of the snow-covered forest, or the radiance of the high plateau, or the red moon which hovered over the Chasseral, and whose faint light shimmered on their rifle barrels, on the crystalline snow, and on the blurred eyes of the dead wolf.
Never had been so cruelly cold and long a winter
Over the glaring white mountains
By night you hear the wolves howl
Hungry, desperate souls
Dying a bitter winter death
Moonlight in his eye
A haggard wolf as furtive as a ghost
His narrow shadow glinting in the whiteness
He turns his head into the wind, picks up the trail
He’s on the prowl with glassy eyes
He never sleeps, bargain for live
Take a look around
Can’t you see the wind, the hills, the snow
They’re yours, they’re his, as well as mine
Most precious gift in desperate times
A haggard man with tired steps and a loaded gun
Waiting in the glaring white mountains
By night he hears the wolves howl
Hungry, desperate souls
Dying a bitter winter death
Moonlight in his eye
A sudden move in densely copse
The bottom line
A sounding shot, a tortured cry
And fleeing gaits lost in the night
Take a look around
Can’t you see the wind, the hills, the snow
They’re yours, they’re his, as well as mine
Most precious gift in desperate times
On and on he stumbles through the woods
Warm blood trickles down, down, down
Step by step, the hunter’s there
But he couldn’t see the brightness of the moon
(As he ends his work)
Take a look around
Can’t you see the wind, the hills, the snow
They’re yours, they’re his, as well as mine
Most precious gift in desperate times