oso polar
один господин из палермо, длина его ног непомерна
this tiger took me away back to the days i used to stare at my freshly made doll and wonder how on earth could this creature appear in here.
there seemed to be no way i’d had made it.
oh, there are people who want me to be nice, never to grow up,
to love ‘em, to do this, to say that.
just a couple of people, but even so i wish for no other than to close my eyes,
go to the woods and just listen to the stories the wonder monsters would tell me or each other.