Текст песни Анна Добрыднева - Бабочка

Hanging again, between your bed and kitchen
And in the morning everything will collapse, the eyes stopped and went out
Bad game, will be on the speedometer 200
How into the soul, you climbed, how you want to tell everything to your bride

Chorus (x2):

I'm like a butterfly, I'm flying away
And I sing to you, these lines
And desperately celebrating
On the roadmap, all pain points

With a crooked smile, I will stop the tantrums
Entered through the heart
Into the soul as usual through the doors
And after you, there is a fresh feeling somewhere
From mint candy to gestures all your answers

Chorus (x3):

I'm like a butterfly, I'm flying away
And I sing to you, these lines
And desperately celebrating
On the roadmap, all pain points