Уронили мишку на пол, (Bear was dropped to the floor) Оторвали мишке лапу. (His paw was torn away.) Всё равно его не брошу, (But I won’t leave him abandoned,) Потому что он хороший. (Because he is still good and kind.)
Can’t help myself, every time I see Bucky Bear, this nursery rhyme comes to mind.
I never asked — never wanted — to be Captain America. But that mask, those stars and stripes, that shield…they change you. I can see now the burden that Steve’s always carried. And it feels strange to admit I want that burden back… But underneath it all, what I really know is…I want to deserve it…somehow.