Hunter's snow
Now winter season ultimately grounded
In cold and misty Mid-December chills
and near the oven, I am well surrounded
by all the throphies of my hunting skills
But as soon as I see snowflakes falling
there's no holding me back, then I have to go
my well sharpend hunting knife is gently calling
lured me with my rifle into all this white and virgin snow
And early in the morning I'll be back
with all the needed things around my knack
some simply toys for our beloved son
and some soap for the wife
for me some dry tobacco
and a new jackknife
Saw a huge pack of minks in the drain beneath the metro-gate
Straight at 10, a real good shot, the wind was my confederate
Later about One O' Clock, on the weed-ranked parking lot
a white and mutant leopard out of a Jaguar-tank I shot
And early in the morning I'll be back
with all the needed things around my knack
some simply toys for our beloved son
and some soap for the wife
for me some dry tobacco
and a new jackknife