I want to save you,
my butterfly.
So fragile are you,
oblivious and fly.
A little wind,
can blow you away;
A little touch,
tear your love-wings.
So soft,so pure,
O! you goreous-one.
From heaven you come,
Forced in the hell,
of our world.
my butterfly.
So fragile are you,
oblivious and fly.
A little wind,
can blow you away;
A little touch,
tear your love-wings.
So soft,so pure,
O! you goreous-one.
From heaven you come,
Forced in the hell,
of our world.
