Bijelim stazama papira plovim*Leptire od želja lovimPa ih vama dostavljamOna će s njim
Cijelim tijelom osjećam da volimMada znam da ljubav boliU njoj rekord postavljamOna će s njim
Tugo, to zna svakoUmrijeti je lakoTo na tren zaboliI prestane
Tugo, ali kakoŽivjeti ovakoKad joj srce kameno postaje
I sail on the white paths of paper
I net the butterflies made of wishesAnd I bring them to you
She will with him
With whole my body I feel I love
Even though I know that love hurts
I make a record in it
She will with him
Sorrow, everybody knows
Dying is easy
It hurts for a moment
And stops
Sorrow, but howTo live like thisWhen her hurt is becoming of stone