The butterfly has only this one day left,
The last day to fall in love and die.
But she's sitting in a covered bottling jar,
Out of it one is only able to look around.
How far away are all flying
All, who were next to her.
The butterfly is sticking to the glass,
She doesn't need anything else – ha!
The little girl has only this one day left,
The last day to fall in love and die.
But she's sitting in a hospital at the window,
Out of it one is only able to look around.
How far away are all fleeing
All, who were next to her.
The little girl is sticking to the pane,
She doesn't need anything else – ha!
Freedom will come and with it only death.
If you want, believe, if you want, don't believe.
But it's still not too late to break free,
Break down all cages, run away from the hospital
In order to flee far away
With those who are next to one.
Oh, this is the sweet freedom,
And one doesn't need anything else – ha!!!