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