In a blood-red robe
The moon comes out from behind the mountains.
And illuminating the dark path
She smiles playfully.

And there in that shady clearing
Waiting for your delicious food
Tears and throws a hungry bear
Making lazy moans all around.

The holy moon has risen at last
And our bear is going to end soon.
But should I give up? No, not about us!..
The bear enters the dried moss.

Wanting to hide from the impenetrable moon
The bear comes out again to the clearing.
But is it there? Is it burning somewhere?
The bear froze, staring with all eyes.

Through the clearing, having fun like birds
Flying little mischievous, miracle lights.
Funny their thin squeaking, their loud squeaking,
And our little bear somehow strangely died down.

Maybe he remembered his childhood years,
When she was frolicking here in the light of dawn.
Then he rode on high slopes
Considering himself a crane, not a "lion".

And the sparks kept rushing to heaven, bringing warmth and comfort with them.
The bear growled desperately in response.
He should go where the pines are, the dawn!

He saw how those lights were gently floating towards him,
Everyone is circling and circling around him.
He tries to fight back with his paw,
But it still doesn't work out!

Bear started to growl, but immediately fell silent.
He lifted up his golden eyes
And from what he saw, he almost roared.
After all, those lights are carrying him away from a terrible, deadly trouble.

Fireflies (after all, that's their name!)
carried him to the kingdom of blue skies
Giving him a second chance at last!
And the bear understood everything, as always.

And he squeezed his eyes shut with delight...

Persephone