[01:17.13]In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright
[01:24.17]He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on
[01:32.10]Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace
[01:39.59]With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks
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[01:47.89]The work has been done as well as he does
[01:55.25]Can't sleep at night, can't stand the wait
[02:02.74]He has to get up, he has to leave
[02:10.23]And before the dawn the chase is on
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[02:17.84]Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks
[02:25.56]The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth
[02:32.86]Shows the way through the tangle, reveals the gleam under the spruce
[02:41.04]The yellow flashes in the darkness, shotgun's flame lights up the sky
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[02:54.45]The gleam dies out
[03:01.82]But the fire's burning
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[03:34.28]And on the gambrel's nails
[03:37.84]Is hanging upside down
[03:41.76]One of god's cereals
[03:45.51]Giving away its skin and tail
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[05:01.24]Once and again
[05:04.49]This lonely man
[05:08.29]Is skiing back
[05:12.35]Along his own tracks
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