Mariposa
Pablo López
Butterfly
How can one hold
All the past that lies ahead of us?
I don't want that paper soul
Nor those broken wings you gave me
How can I rest
If my body is all wings?
If everything wakes up again
I don't, I don't want to be the butterfly
I don't, no no no, no no, no
The ground has much more of you
And this life doesn't owe me more
How good the truth feels
How good life's bites taste
If I have a day to love
I'll sing to the beat of your wounds
And I prefer to walk
For wings last a little
What does it matter if I'm wrong?
Oh, I don't want to be the butterfly
I don't, no no no, no no, no
The ground has much more of you
I'm not, I remember now
I dreamt of you half
I waited for you half
I don't, I don't want to be the butterfly
I don't, no no
The ground has much more of me
Why doesn't this life owe me more?
I, I settle for half