Текст песни Саба - Мотыльки

Where the maze of houses,
Where the rumble of cars at intersections,
There's a blind girl - love
Waits and catches travelers awkward.
She does not care, she shoots to keep warm,
She does not care, she shoots straight to the heart.

Chorus:
She catches butterflies, burning their wings
And the night will cool the blood.
It hurts them, but do not hurt much and it
They fly off again in the spring fly off again.

I have long fled the sweet words,
He began to believe more cool look.
But among the abandoned houses
Once again, I am looking forward door.
I was always floated free as the wind,
I as always got into her tight little network.

Chorus:
She catches butterflies, burning their wings
And the night will cool the blood.
It hurts them, but do not hurt much and it
They fly off again in the spring fly off again.

Chorus:
She catches butterflies, burning their wings
And the night will cool the blood.
It hurts them, but do not hurt much and it
They fly off again in the spring fly off again.