Mariposa
Amaia Montero
Butterfly
Every mistake,
every inaccuracy,
every detail,
all under control.
Every success,
every approach,
every scene,
under supervision.
Chance put on the disguise of a butterfly that flew away, releasing its effect, caressing us.
You can't imagine how I would be if I had waited one more second for love.
Neither my gestures nor my own voice, nor my kisses would belong to both of us today.
Chance put on the disguise of a butterfly that flew away, releasing its effect, caressing us.
Chance put on the disguise of a butterfly that flew away, releasing its effect, caressing us.
If you want to come with me to find the exact formula of reality, try to write to others, make sure no one hears us leave.
Every question, every answer, every person, every planet, every reflection, every comet, every wish, every star.
