He the bee, on a day in spring
Left his nest for a flying spree
Tasting nectars on sunny day
From the flowers of May

Way below in a grassy land
Caterpillar is crawling through sand
She's so sad looking at the bee
Flying happy and free

In the moment of burning despair
She has helplessly whispered
"You're my hero, I need you, dear bee
Can you please set me free?"

Caterpillar with tears in her eyes
Prayed one day she'll take to the sky
But the bubbly bee up in the air
Never noticed her there

And then one night deep in her sleep
Dreaming of red roses
She's waking up and flying high  
She's lovely! She's a butterfly!

In the morning two beautiful souls
He the bee and the butterfly girl
Playing joyfully high up above
Both have fallen in love!

Through the colorful forests and fields
Bee and butterfly flutter their wings
Life of wonderful nights and days
Full of romance and grace!

As my story is coming to end
It is easy to understand
Always reach for your lucky star
Always follow your heart...