Veinte mariposas
Ana Torroja
Twenty Butterflies
Changed scene and script
I keep the script in a drawer
And at the window he sat looking at the moon
In your glass an olive
New shampoo, new city
For a new solitude
His heart flew over the rooftops
Life is a game of dice
Neither a story nor an ending
Everything else didn't matter
And now you have a blank sheet
Wait for a song
And twenty butterflies in the heart
From the storm will save
Some cold and damp
And the echo of some steps
Who now dream far away
From the other side of the mirror
He made the soul smile
And the wings to beat
And now you have a blank sheet
Wait for a song
And twenty butterflies in the heart
And now you have a blank sheet
Wait for a song
And twenty butterflies in the heart
In the heart
Neither a story nor an ending
Everything else didn't matter
And now you have a blank sheet
Wait for a song
And twenty butterflies in the heart
In the heart
In the heart
In the heart
