The Butterfly Raiser - Bare Infinity

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 years.