Mariposita De Primavera

Little spring butterfly,
soul with wings, wandering
through the gardens of my daydream,
through the gardens of my daydream
like a fleeting sigh of love.

When you depart to other regions
take with you a plea of adoration
to the one who once gave me illusions
that turned into disappointments
that I carry within my heart today.

I want to see her to kiss her
like those kisses that you give to the flower
when you want to steal the honey from it,
when you want to steal the honey from it
to intoxicate yourself like I am with love.

Little spring butterfly,
soul with wings, if you see her
tell her to return as my companion
to the gardens of my daydream
where you may never return.