Oh, that flight of a butterfly
When it dies by crashing into a car's window
The concrete's echo plays in the night now
I lower my white scarf into the night and
I miss you
Be quiet now, drive fast
Let's escape the prison of the past
Be quiet now, we must run away
There's no returning back
In street lamps the last sun
Is burning down already
Here the quiet dance of the fireflies
Dusk, humming wistful song
I lower my white scarf into the night and
I miss you
Be quiet now, drive fast
Let's escape the prison of the past
Be quiet now, we must run away
There's no returning back
Be quiet now, drive fast
Let's escape the prison of the past
Be quiet now, we must run away
There's no returning back, back