Y Las Mariposas
Pancho Barraza
And The Butterflies
It was a spring afternoon
When even the soul is in flowers
Me 17, you fifteen
You a schoolgirl and me a dreamer
And in that wheat field
The sun set first
Then a pair of jeans
And a school skirt
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is
It was a spring afternoon
Today it's winter and there are no more flowers
Time passes, who would have thought
You a housewife and me a troubadour
And in that wheat field
The sun set first
Then a pair of jeans
And a school skirt
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we surrendered for the first time
To what love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is
