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I don't know your name or whereabouts
I guess your trail and smell
I go armed with teeth and courage
I'll bite your wild meat

I go through the night without dozing, distressed
Dawn imitating your scream
I approach, prowling your hole
And when you see me you provoke me

You sing your mad agony
Water bubbles in my mouth
My prey roaring your race
Legs thrashing and your fervor

Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter
Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter

I stretch into space like a cat
To catch you wild animal
Satisfy your mixed-race greed
Who, when he sees me, shrinks and teases me
And in the same impulse he throws me out and hugs me
Our skin sticks with sweat

Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter
Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter

From ambush I watch the beast
Then I'll give you the right shot
I already know your gazelle back
Wild horse riding bareback
Dominant, does not get rid of
Panting, she owns her master

Today is the day of grace
Today is the day of the hunt and the hunter