In the sky, in the north, during the spring, three hunters as individual stars, hunted the great and celestial beast, she wandered without fear
In summer, the constellation escaped, near the polar skies, because the prey had sniffed her pursuers
Look up, you'll see challenges, races and rituals as a game, as nature guides us
Every year, our eyes turned to the sky, watching the ancestral hunting of the bear
In autumn the hunters found the right way, the beast is wounded, bleeding bear's blood washed the crimson treetops the bloody leaves fell down
They fell like tears at a funeral crying, year died with the bear, his soul rests in the winter to be reborn the next year
Look up, you'll see challenges, races and rituals as a game, as nature guides us
Every year, our eyes turned to the sky, watching the ancestral hunting of the bearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
