Tiny bunny, Маскарад

Look, little boy, now I'm putting my face away
All that you found to be true in this darkness, oh silly.
Now that I'm feeling hungry, hunger is fox's game,
Eyes and lips swept away - it's becoming windy.

World is the place where the masks hide away the beasts:
They can be wolves or bears, dogs and pigs and chickens.
I vow to be gentle with you while I'm tearing this
Cute little face of yours, while I leave you skinless.


So jump with me over the pines, laugh with all your might,
I'll be with you always, forever and ever and ever.
Faces, like leaves, fly around in the winter blight:
And you can pick whatever.

Don't  be a scaredy-cat frozen right in place,
Choose any mask - we have millions here, my sweetie.
Nothing will bore you more than your very face,
Bones in the graves stay the same - nothing else, oh pity.

The flute is now playing, and the shadows will now array,
Over the smoldering past there's a blizzard laughing.
Look, little boy, now I'm putting my face away:
I'm anyone you ask me, I'm anyone you ask me.

So jump with me over the pines, laugh with all your might,
I'll be with you always, forever and ever and ever.
Faces, like leaves, fly around in the winter blight:
And you can pick whatever.