Butterfly

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