Veinte Mariposas [English translation]

She changed her scenery and script

She stored the script inside a drawer

And she sat to look at the moon by the window

An olive in her glass

A new shampoo and a new city

To go along with a new loneliness

Her heart flew over the rooftops

Life is a game of dice

Neither a story nor an ending

The rest was all the same to her...

And now she has a blank page

She's waiting for a song

And twenty butterflies in her heart

Some cold and some dampness

Will be souvenirs of the storm

And the echo of some footsteps

That now sleep far away

On the other side of the mirror

She got her soul to smile

And her wings to flap

And now she has a blank page

She's waiting for a song

And twenty butterflies in her heart

And now she has a blank page

She's waiting for a song

And twenty butterflies in her heart

In her heart...

Neither a story nor an ending

And all the rest was all the same

And now she has a blank page

She's waiting for a song

And twenty butterflies in her heart

In her heart...

In her heart

In her heart