Текст песни Butterfly - New Trolls
Over
the
fields
A
butterfly
Playied
on
a
flower
And
she
stopped
and
rested
on
it
There
was
a
child
Looking
at
that
flower
He
looked
again
But
the
butterfly
was
gone
The
butterfly
Flew
on
a
tree
The
child
ran
there
But
she
was
gone
again
Fly
and
fly
and
fly
Run
and
run
and
run
Ran
the
boy
beside
her
And
playied
with
her
Flies
over
the
fields
Races
in
the
wood
And
the
sun
was
going
down
But
the
sun
had
gone
down
There
was
a
child
Sitting
on
the
road
He
was
looking
for
The
way
to
go
back
home
Branches
of
trees
Seems
to
reach
him
Face
in
his
hands:
He
was
crying
Cry
and
cry
and
cry
Fly
and
fly
and
fly
Rose
in
flights
his
sky
Searching
for
the
home
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