Celine Dion - Papillon / Butterfly - text písně

Falling are the leaves
To the days, shorter
Holding
My body and my voice
I wanted to tell you
That I love you
Cocoon which is waking up
To the only perfumes
That I'm waiting for
Deep in my dreams
Often
When my eyes light up
For a long time
On your white promises
Without seeing there the trap
Dancing

Shortlived butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisoner in the thread
Of your secrets

Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry its colors
On the fire of your desires

So high is my fever
For you, so soft
My prince
I lost the words
I would like to tell you
How much I love you

Everything seems so beautiful
From the top of your shoulders

Or I imagine myself
Sometimes
Poor chrysalis
Drinking
The honey of your words
To open
And leave the ground

Shortlived butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisoner in the thread
Of your secrets

Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry its colors
On the fire of your desires

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