I am a little butterfly
That always dreamt to fly up high
To see the world and feel its peace
And give the troubled soul release
I have the wings of a butterfly
Wet after rain. I don't know why
My mind is empty, feelings - dry
And I am trying not to cry
I wish I were a butterfly
Born to enjoy bright summer life
With all its colors, sounds and fun
I have this dream - a silly one...
1999