Veron - Бабочки
текст песни

And inside, the butterflies have long since died
Not even cocoons remain for new ones
Their bodies have turned black, and their wings have withered
There remains a graveyard of our love

Bandages and plasters won't heal the wounds
All the manipulations and farces
There are gourmets in feelings too
But you're not one of them, you're one of the tyrants
Just betrayal and deception
On your part, hurricanes on mine
Sorry, I ruined my plans
Another target fell into traps
They tell me: "Beware of hooligans"
But out of habit, I see no flaws
My pockets are filled with pain
Our story is not for the screen

And inside, the butterflies have long since died
Not even cocoons remain for new ones
Their bodies have turned black, and their wings have withered
There remains a graveyard of our love

While I was reading my novels
You were looking at other countries
Different points on the meridians
My things are gone In your suitcases
Two music lovers met
On opposite sides of the ocean
Fell for the bait of self-deception
Both lost, as if in a fog
They tell me: "Beware of hooligans"
But out of habit, I see no flaws
My pockets are filled with pain
Our story is not for the screen

And inside, the butterflies have long since died
Not even cocoons remain for new ones
Their bodies have turned black, and their wings have withered
There remains a cemetery of our love
And inside, the butterflies have long since died
Not even cocoons remain for new ones
Their bodies have turned black, and their wings have withered
There remains a cemetery of our love