The night is cold and the moon is cloudy,
a cloud has covered the glass.
In the morning it already seemed to him
that he might pass out.
So he sits here and feels in his bones,
that he just missed a train.
The night is strong and the cowboy is old.
In a sudden rush, he pulls out his Colt.
Put out the fire and in the dark the car.
He screams: I am a murderer .
You hear voices long silenced.
The old cowboy got scared.

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