The Butterflies Flying Low

There's a road to walk ahead, happy with the company of the street lamps. I say hello to the taxi driver - "Give me a light, 'cause I don't know where to go."

I count the shadows, mine's always behind me; the only one that follows me. Yes, I know, one day it won't be there.

I've got nothing to say. I don't feel like thinking. I can't even forget. Yes, it's better this way.

So, you can feel the butterflies - le farfalle volano basso. La vibrazione e' una commozione. Immaginare, toccare. La sensazione e' una esplosione. E poi - silenzio. Cosi puoi sentire - You can feel the butterflies flying low.

Then I become a sinless being, to feel all I can in a dream so real, that you can feel the butterflies, you can feel the butterflies flying low.

I've got nothing to say. I don't feel like thinking. I can't even forget. Yes, it's better this way.