B. B

Иван Войлочников
Bleeding butterflies...dancing front my eyes,
Flying thru my mind...that always was empty..
Bleeding butterflies...dying in your lies..
They scream..but I can't help 'em.

Bleeding butterflies...fire of my nights..
Reason of my fight...music of my soul..
Bleeding butterflies...I promise I will rise..
You gave me all yo' wings,I can't fall.