If I were a butterfly, I’d dance among
the daisies,
And sway with the branches of the trees,
Through the meadows, without any worries,
silently as a whisper, I’d hover under the clear,
big blue,
My soft and delicate wings freely fluttering,
their vibrant golden hues,
If I were a butterfly, that’s what I’d do.
Across the water’s surface of the rivers,
I’d leave ripples of light behind...
