: When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will
When butterflies leave their silk palaces the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, those who work to tomorrow will
When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will not
Tradução: Yusuf Islam. Cuando las mariposas Deja.
When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will
