Оригинален текст
I want to cross the sky,
I want to fly like butterflies,
I want to fly like butterflies.
I want to feel the wind in my face,
and the birds are my friends,
and the birds are my friends.
And I go to get all this,
and I know that I go to see.
I want to cross the sky,
I want to fly like butterflies,
I want to fly like butterflies.
My dreams will fly in freedom,
whit their wings of plate and ebon.
And I go to get all this,
and I know that I go to see.
Like butterflies, like butterflies,
like butterflies, like butterflies.
Like butterflies, like butterflies,
like butterflies, like butterflies.