Ewa Farna - Polowanie na motyle

In the angle the muddied shoe, his pall does not know
Where nobody,
the full Sky of dirty clouds, he stands
over Europe than.
Gloomy time, one what this gladdens me my dream.

Ref. You will see this on butterflies hunting,
I will Take the
Open door to the better world you there,
for what we miss all the time alone,
I will Take you there, you will convince yourself,
that my fantastic dreams,
they Smell as the summer, strawberry paradise,

I Pour to China itself from here, I feel
in nightmarish I fall pit,
Sun for the month he sleeps, the
Only sound, then water splash,
Gloomy time, one,
what this gladdens me my dream.

Ref. You will see this on butterflies hunting,
Open door to the better world,
I will Take You there,
for what we miss all the time alone,
I will Take you there, you will convince yourself,
that my fantastic dreams,
they smell how the summer, strawberry paradise...

Gloomy time, one, what this gladdens me my dream!

Ref. You will see this on butterflies hunting,
Open door to the better world,
I will Take You there,
for what we miss all the time alone,
I will Take you there, you will convince yourself,
that my fantastic dreams,
they smell how the summer, strawberry paradise...