like To walk amongst butterflies, butterflies Flying higher, butterflies, butterflies And in the woods was a soldier's tomb The ghost of which looked over you God was there amongst
the summer's breeze And every night and every day I learnt to love it in a special way As I remember What it's like to walk amongst butterflies
Preklad: Weller, Paul. Medzi Motýle.
Preklad: Weller, Paul. Medzi Motýle - Paul Weller.
