Pink butterfly
Lost her fingertips
Would you help her searching
We live only three days
And I am just about to loose my wings
Help...
Your eyes follow me
Your shade spys me
I won't let you make love to me
Ever again
'Cause it hurts too much
And looking deeply into your eyes
I cruelly say
That I would rather be a butterfly
Than one who lets your hand
Touch one's neck
