It's okay with your vanity, that you play so much with your heart. It's okay with your anxieties, to deceive the soul in every passion. And that you don't care to cause pain, to who only wants to give you eternal love. Because you, beautiful butterfly, prefer to fly without a constant course. Because you, always capricious, don't want to fix your nest of love. And that you yourself say you believe in love, but you can't stand an eternal love in your heart. Because you, beautiful butterfly, prefer to fly without a constant course. Because you, always capricious, don't want to fix your nest of love. And that you yourself say you believe in love, but you can't stand an eternal love in your heart. It's okay with your illusions, that you are living an unreal dream. It's okay with your temptations, that you don't understand that your vanity will cause you so much evil. That in the end you won't find yourself. Because you, beautiful butterfly, prefer to fly without a constant course. Because you, always capricious, don't want to fix your nest of love. And that you yourself say you believe in love, but you can't stand an eternal love in your heart. Because you, beautiful butterfly, prefer to fly without a constant course.