 Butterfly Hey, little butterfly! What are you doing in my stomach? Flying around, making me feel, like being one of your kind? Yeah, I´m feeling like a butterfly! The sky is my home, I´m flying, like I would be drunk. No certain destination, just being free in the endless universe. To be free, but to know, you are there . . . Tell me, who are you, where are you, what is your heart? Widmung für Sven copyright © by Sarah eingeschickt am 16. Juni 2003 |
