As one of those butteflies
Which in the night are forced to fire,
I wish to live in Paradise,
In which you'll try to call me - Lovely...

And then the days will be so bright,
I'll never see a dusty weather.
The country of my love will bring delight,
So charming and so bright,
And only there I'll be happy...

The other times had come to birth,
I stay alone or you lie me.
I understood the love is Earth,
On which the every man is liar.

And this the only my disgrace,
I was so naive in my desire...
The country of my love is guileful place,
Is so cruel place,
And every native here's a liar...

Why should I cry before your eyes,
And smile to you in awkward manner?
Unsteady is the country's love,
And every man just could betray me...

But grass will grow again so green,
Through rocks and by my great misfortunes,
The country of my love is full of spring,
Is so full of spring,
And only here lives a Happiness...