Mariposa

Swallowing words you realize
That sometimes the logical is the most difficult
And little by little you are getting closer
To the fire and the flame that burns
To the butterflies

Blue and white among the ashes
The room lifeless of suicidal flights
And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden flight

And that's how

How a story gets tangled
How time twists
How you end up blind

And that's how
That's how
That's how

How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence becomes a lament of lost wars
Of lost wars

Who could be so blind to crash
Head-on into the fire like butterflies
Who could be so crazy to exchange
The morning sun for the flame
Of any fire
Of any fire
Of a fire
Of a fire
Of any fire
Of any fire of lost, lost wars

Blue and white among the ashes
The room lifeless of suicidal flights
And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden fire, of a forbidden game
And that's how

How the story gets tangled
How time twists
How you end up blind
And that's how
That's how
That's how

How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence becomes a lament of lost wars, of lost wars

Who could be so blind to crash
Head-on into the fire like butterflies
Who could be so crazy to exchange
The morning sun for the flame
Of any fire
Of any fire
Of a fire
Of a fire
Of any fire
Of any fire of lost wars
Of lost wars

Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I relive
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I relive

Of any fire of lost wars, lost... Uhhh

For saying it, saying it, saying it, like this
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I relive
Of a lost war that I lived
Ahh
Of a war that I relive
They always close their eyes
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I relive