� � 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. �