: Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years, and as she
come back by and by But if he don't come back, I just must die Poor Butterfly Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved
Tradução: Sinatra, Frank. Pobre mariposa.
Poor Butterfly, 'neath the blossoms waiting Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so The moments pass into hours The hours pass into years, and as she smiles
