Y Las Mariposas
Era una tarde de primavera
Cuando hasta el alma se encuentra en flor
Yo, diecisiete, tú, quinceañera
Tú, colegiala, y yo, soñador
Y en aquel trigal
El Sol cayó primero
Después, un pantalón vaquero
Y una falda escolar
Y las mariposas
Volaban de flor en flor
Y nos enteramos, por primera vez
Lo que es el amor
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Volaban en derredor
Y nos enteramos, por primera vez
Lo que es el amor
Era una tarde de primavera
Hoy es invierno, y ya no hay flor
El tiempo pasa, ¿quién lo dijera?
Tú, ama de casa, y yo, trovador
Y las mariposas
Volaban de flor en flor
Y nos enteramos, por primera vez
Lo que es el amor
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Volaban en derredor
Y nos enteramos, por primera vez
Lo que es el amor
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Y las mariposas
Volaban en derredor
Y nos enteramos, por primera vez
Lo que es el amor
And the Butterflies
It was a spring afternoon
When even the soul is in bloom
I was seventeen, you were fifteen
You, a schoolgirl, and I, a dreamer
And in that wheat field
The sun fell first
Then, a pair of jeans
And a school skirt
And the butterflies
Were flying from flower to flower
And we found out, for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Were flying all around
And we found out, for the first time
What love is
It was a spring afternoon
Now it's winter, and there are no flowers
Time passes, who would have thought?
You, a housewife, and I, a troubadour
And the butterflies
Were flying from flower to flower
And we found out, for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Were flying all around
And we found out, for the first time
What love is
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
And the butterflies
Were flying all around
And we found out, for the first time
What love is
Escrita por: Joan Sebastían