Come, let us fly up the sky together,
Hither freely without hesitation;
To our endless fleeting apparition,
My, oh my, we go like a bird’s feather.

Side by side, hand in hand, souls will travel
And not a trap nor wall tall enough out;
Please, don’t stop this waltz just because you pout,
Never will I laugh of your feet like gravel.

Ever will this song of the wind end, so
Let our groove be love’s developing score.
Me, myself and I? Well, that is no more;
Go, let us be one as butterflies do.