Chinese Butterflies

66 or 64, it doesn't really matter anymore There's no more throwing sticks into the river And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever Just let go Back then I was French and yet Chinese I knew songs of butterflies and bees But the poets killed the vipers and the songs Chained the princess and carried her along Just let go I remember all the songs Well, that was right and this is wrong I would really like to sing along But I won't try as giants have no tongue It was all a bluff I guess All things have to end I guess Just let go In this one enchanted place we're back where we began... --- Chinese Butterflies - Moi Caprice