Текст песни Мон Алиса - Бабочка

Rung summer, withered
Behind him went cold rain
It was our good fortune , but passed
You do not come, you do not come

You did not take me seriously
You will not believe the girl's tears
Butterfly carefree called
For my crafty eyes

I still like a butterfly flying to you to light
But again you blow out the candle and no light
Oh, if you could understand me at least once
That would be too late to return everything else now

Maybe naively its
I could not even think
What's in a circle of girlfriends and friends
I was jealous of you , I'm jealous of you

Rung summer, withered
Behind him went cold rain
Indian Summer came quickly
But a butterfly summer will not return

I still like a butterfly flying to you to light
But again you blow out the candle and no light
Oh, if you could understand me at least once
That would be too late to return everything else now

Oh, if you could understand me at least once
That would be too late to return everything else now

I still like a butterfly flying to you to light
But again you blow out the candle and no light
Oh, if you could understand me at least once
That would be too late to return everything else now

And let not the summer to catch up
And let the wings do not raise
And let my light goes out
You know that it is not too late to return even now

And let not the summer to catch up
And let the wings do not raise
And let my light goes out
I know it 's not too late to return everything else now

I know it 's not too late to return everything else now
I know it 's not too late to return everything else now