Y Las Mariposas
Joan Sebastian
And The Butterflies
It was a spring afternoon
When even the soul is in bloom
I, seventeen; you, fifteen years old
You, a schoolgirl; and I, a dreamer
And in that wheat field
The sun fell first
Then, a pair of jeans
And a school skirt
And the butterflies
They flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What is love
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
They flew around
And we found out for the first time
What is love
It was a spring afternoon
Today is winter, and there are no flowers anymore
Time passes, who would have thought?
You, a housewife; and I, a troubadour
And the butterflies
They flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What is love
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
They flew around
And we found out for the first time
What is love
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
They flew around
And we found out for the first time
What is love
