Veinte mariposas
Ana Torroja
Twenty Butterflies
He changed scene and script,
kept the script in a drawer,
and sat by the window to watch the moon,
in his glass an olive.
New shampoo, new city
for a new loneliness
his heart flew over the rooftops
life is a game of dice.
Not a story nor an ending
everything else didn't matter...
And now he has a blank sheet
Awaits a song
and twenty butterflies in his heart.
He will keep from the storm
some cold and humidity
and the echo of some steps
that now dream far away
on the other side of the mirror.
He made his soul smile
and his wings beat...
And now he has a blank sheet
Awaits a song
and twenty butterflies in his heart.
And now he has a blank sheet
Awaits a song
and twenty butterflies in his heart.
In the heart...
not a story nor an ending
everything else didn't matter.
And now he has a blank sheet
Awaits a song
and twenty butterflies in his heart
in the heart...
in the heart
in the heart
