Tximeleta reggae

Butterflies spread their wings
into the depths of the sea
thousands of butterflies flying
above the waves

They stood out from the coast
like a little cloud
leaving the ships behind
they got lost

Butterflies spread their wings
toward the sea's silence
don't go, don't go, in that sea
there's no stepping stones.

There's no island
there's no rock
in the sea, there's nothing
but dark water.