Y las mariposas [English translation]

It was a spring afternoon

when even the soul is in bloom.

I was seventeen and you fifteen,

you a school girl and i a dreamer.

And in that wheat field,

the sun fell first,

then, a pair of blue jeans

and a school skirt.

And the butterflies

were flying from flower to flower

and, for the first time, we found out

what love is all about.

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

were flying all around

and we, for the first time, found out,

what love is all about.

It was a spring afternoon,

today is winter, and there are flowers no more.

Time passes,

who would tell,

you house keeper, and I troubadour.

And the butterflies

were flying from flower to flower

and we, for the first time, found out

what love is all about.

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

were flying all around

and we, for the first time, found out,

what love is all about.

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

And the butterflies

were flying all around

and we, for the first time, found out,

what love is all about.