Lyrics Александр Непомнящий - Бабочки

I'll tell you later, Motherland.
I will tell you everything later, Motherland.
And now I'll sing better, Motherland, -
It's more honest for me to dance like this in life.

I'll tell you later, Motherland,
How he danced, how he flew over the daisies,
Hanging over a birch abyss
How he loved outside the window at night until dawn.

I'll tell you later, Motherland.
I will tell you everything later, Motherland.
And now I'll sing better, Motherland, -
I'm more honest to believe you that way, honey.

I'll tell you later, Motherland, -
And don't confess me
And you don't need to heal me
And do not, calm down - you will cripple after all.

We're not freaks, we're just different,
Animals, birds, and our forest is fabulous,
And who will climb with the general truth
Enlighten, so the poor will run into the bleed.

And shreds will fly through the back streets,
And the fences and domes will blaze,
And in the books of all Babylonian libraries
The clever crows will not find anything about us.

So we'll go to the forest unidentified,
And the paths will be overgrown with windbreaks,
And you will stay ... and only butterflies
They will dance and fly over the daisies

Forgive me, stupid Motherland,
I will tell you everything later, Motherland.
And now I'll sing better, Motherland,
About how butterflies dance over an abyss.

Below hell, above heaven, butterflies dance
Below heaven, above hell, butterflies dance.