like To walk amongst butterflies, butterflies Flying higher, butterflies, butterflies And in the woods was a soldier's tomb The ghost of which looked over you God was there amongst
the summer's breeze And every night and every day I learnt to love it in a special way As I remember What it's like to walk amongst butterflies
Traduzione: Weller, Paul. Tra farfalle.
Traduzione: Weller, Paul. Tra farfalle - Paul Weller.
Te llevas mi sonrisa te dejas todo lo demas entre tu y yo tan solo flores. Que extrano es el destino nos une y vuelve a separar y entre tu y yo tan
I should go and live amongst the animals Spend all my time amongst the animals And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea To be amongst the animals
me as one of your own I bleed words of the griot onto poems Lonely wanderer, There's no honor amongst thieves, There's more than amongst Mc's Who needs
it in your eyes There's a story there These tears won't tell me why Oh, and don't be strong Isn't that what got you here? Wandering in this dark alone Among
In the yard, behind the church where Butterflies and blackbirds search for A safe place to rest the night away We will go down to the brook and Sit upon
A time for summer skies For hummingbirds and butterflies For tender words that harmonize with love A time for climbing hills For leaning out of window
here, I've given in, my dear, To your captivation daily Well I'm not the type Who gets voted most likely to be victimized By those old butterflies But
Blow away the pain and Cover yourself with butterflies Until the tenderness of their wings Taints your beautiful lone soul. The wind whispers secrets
future While thinking about what might have been So bye Bye my friend good bye I must face the road alone But I?ll make it I?ll make it On my own Butterflies among
scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit Meet me at the port with the nickel bags and shit Tell my pops I'm out earthbound with the crew He said butterfly
here I've given in my dear To your captivation daily Well, I'm not the type who gets voted most likely To be victimized by those old butterflies But
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. Oh la, la, la, la,
