Y Las Mariposas

It was a spring afternoon
When even the soul is in flowers
Me 17, you fifteen
You a schoolgirl and me a dreamer

And in that wheat field
The sun set first
Then a pair of jeans
And a school skirt

And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is

It was a spring afternoon
Today it's winter and there are no more flowers
Time passes, who would have thought
You a housewife and me a troubadour

And in that wheat field
The sun set first
Then a pair of jeans
And a school skirt

And the butterflies
Flew around
And we surrendered for the first time
To what love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew from flower to flower
And we found out for the first time
What love is

And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Flew around
And we found out for the first time
What love is