bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... Orange and black, bright dusty wing Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing Blown like a paper, hour by hour Over the gra**, from flower to flower bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... When flowers close and darkness grows deep ... When children run home and stars start to peep ...
When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, bu*terfly? bu*terfly ... (?), soft as a rose Rest on my hand; open and close (??) Tell me the secret; I have to know (?) When the moon rises, where do you go? Where do you go? bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... bu*terfly ... bu*terfly!