Все моё несчастье в том, что я живу, как ночная бабочка, которой суждено жить в дождливую ночь.

Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old when nights were cold I wandered without you But those days I thougt my eyes Had seen you standing near Though blindness is confusing It shows that you're not here.

Молодежь, что бабочки: летят на свет и попадают на огонь.

All alone it was always there you see And even on my own It was always standing next to me