Butterflies - Little Dragon

Sang a lullaby to a butterfly

Child’s wide brown eyes, secrets inside

She said, «When I die, become a butterfly

You can flutter and colour in meadows and hills

Beauty gave me the chills

Flying on your own, then a thousand mourn

Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing»

Bright white, emerald green

Silk blown, sailing seas

And the spotted wings

Go, go blow in the wind

Bright white, emerald green

Silk blown, sailing seas

And the spotted wing

Go, go blow in the wind

Go, go, go, go blow in the wind

In their old house, from a lover’s mouth

He kept feathered in behind the bamboo screen

She said, «When he died, became a butterfly

He was fluttering, colouring meadows and hills

Beauty gave us the chills

Flying on your own, then a thousand mourn

Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing

Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing»

Bright white, emerald green

Silk blown, sailing seas

And the spotted wings

Go, go blow in the wind

Bright white, emerald green

Silk blown, sailing seas

And the spotted wing

Go, go blow in the wind

Go, go