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In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks The work has been done as well as he does Can't sleep at night, can't stand the wait He has to get up, he has to leave And before the dawn the chase is on Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth Shows the way through the tangle, reveals the gleam under the spruce The yellow flashes in the darkness, shotgun's flame lights up the sky The gleam dies out But the fire's burning And on the gambrel's nails Is hanging upside down One of god's cereals Giving away its skin and tail Once and again This lonely man Is skiing back Along his own tracks From Letras Mania