I realize that time does't pass by at all
You say you get no thrill in loving someone that way
Ours was so beautiful, but it flew into the infinity
like butterflies of a garden
And now you are back...
and make tremble what I feel for other one
I feel devided between two words
I know that I am in love
But I don't know with whom
I can't say what it is changed
But nothing's the same at all
In a odd night we quarrel and break up for a while
You try to show me that ours is dead
Butterflies always come back to the garden
and your garden is me.