Smooth English translation

at the hunting camp we sing about the time of falling leaves

the time of falling leaves
when sickness and age come to the great beast
when we plant barley as our food

the last hunt of the season
like the great mouth of a dragon
like the claw of a reptile
the hunter feels not compassion

the last hunt of the season
when there is no harvest
and there is no winter
and the boy laughs

we dance the last hunt of the season
and the omen of death is hidden from the sun of the season