Rain of butterflies has tangled in your hair,
kiss your neck, like a soft veil
as winged flying princesses,
They let themselves be seduced by your beauty
and in their caresses they touch the edge of your purity.
Rain of butterflies has tangled in your hair,
kiss your neck, like a soft veil
as winged flying princesses,
They let themselves be seduced by your beauty
and in their caresses they touch the edge of your purity.