Colored wings of butterfly My soul is painted by the same hand of god. It's hard to see but you can try when you find out i will fly away fire can turn my soul to ash And all paints becomes discolored.
Chorus. How dare you? how did you? bring your flame close to me Even though everything in the darkness i see. But i want so much sit down on the wick And I hope my wings will not fail in the peak
I'm very beautifull butterfly And i want to collect pollen from lovely flowers I wish that all admired by me And were falling to eternity I want to hear a lullaby And my dreams will come true