Please, stop dunning me
about my sins.
I've never told you
about my dreams.
You drive me
into a nervous breakdown/
I'm close to tears.
I've never seen your town
Of big and beautiful batterflies.
They fly high
And touch my skin.
Oh, fragile and pretty batterflies.
They are not mine
But I'm keen
Of big and beautiful batterflies.
They fly high
And touch my skin
with their tender wings...
Please, stop yap at me
about my desire.
I'll never show you
my great fire.
You push me
into a subliminal disstress.
I'm close to tears.
I've never seen that place
Of big and beautiful batterflies.
They fly high
And touch my skin.
Oh, fragile and pretty batterflies.
They are not mine
But I'm keen
Of big and beautiful batterflies.
They fly high
And touch my skin
with their tender wings...
The Place Of Beautiful Batterflies
© Copyright: Андрей Растегаев, 2007
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