Текст песни Бальмонт Константин Дмитриевич - Бабочка

Butterfly flying into the room beats
About transparent glass with air wings.
And behind the glass, the native sky is laughing
And it cannot be achieved by any effort.

But you can’t put up, and she doesn’t give up,
From flowery it becomes dull, pale.
What does the captive still have to do?
Just beat and fade! Oh, miserable, poor!