Certainly my heart stopped
I kept looking at you
Is it this butterfly I am yet know
Those rolling eyes, those cozy hairs
I kept looking at you
Oh god, if I could catch you
Let me dance, let me say
There are no places, no wild bushes
Where you can perch your wings
Just to fly or to rest
Certainly I keep running
Till my heart stops
To seek for a place, in the high mountains
Where you will open your wings
Just to fly or to rest.
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