The Butterfly Raiser
Where the history of my land
Meets a spot of green surrounded by a shade of hazel
There a faun plays with the air
The magic of the mountain
He told me that he tastes
The sweet and sour taste
Of the rainy clouds a-coming
And he told me not to be too sad when the storm comes
Life is frail, it's a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years
No, no matter all the pain
The struggle deep inside
And people saying you can't make it coz
One day you'll spread your wings
And then you'll fly away
Life is frail, it's a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years
Butterfly raiser
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the year
Meets a spot of green surrounded by a shade of hazel
There a faun plays with the air
The magic of the mountain
He told me that he tastes
The sweet and sour taste
Of the rainy clouds a-coming
And he told me not to be too sad when the storm comes
Life is frail, it's a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years
No, no matter all the pain
The struggle deep inside
And people saying you can't make it coz
One day you'll spread your wings
And then you'll fly away
Life is frail, it's a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years
Butterfly raiser
He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he's running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser
And we're running through the fields
Through the centuries and the year
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Papadopoulos
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