La mariposa

When the day breaks, the fog will come
and once again I will leave, leaving you behind.
You will fall apart,
you will tell me, what will you tell me?
calling me, once and many more times,
loving me, you, helpless, will fall.

The butterfly doesn't settle,
it goes by instinct from flower to flower,
it loves truly and never stays,
lest it lose its wings in the heat
from the scorching fire of a kiss
and the trap of an erotic color.
You will fly in its sky,
you will be left alone after my flight
over your tragic loneliness
and you wonder why you can't catch me
and you will invent some ship
that will travel through my space.
And I will fly towards new directions,
I will fall in love without sealing the conditions,
just for love,
and I will go from path to path
from one passion to another passion,
that will trap me without thinking of you.

The butterfly on your back
that kissed you, landing like a goddess,
beautiful in the dream, and upon waking will fly away.
The butterfly never settles,
it goes by instinct from flower to flower,
it loves truly and never stays,
lest it die of love in the heat.