Step by step, minute by minute
An airplane passes by and I greet it
The twentieth century has passed with all its flags
My mute heart stayed to watch
My heart interviewed, now what does it say
And it answers, I am here for this, I am happy
They write about things from the stars to the stables
Ladies and gentlemen journalists, don't break our

Butterflies, butterflies, the sign of summer
The swallows arrive, the fairies appear
Butterflies, butterflies, the air of summer
The skirts of the first girlfriends get shorter
The scent of the beach, of open-air cinema
And kisses in the spider with the first still uncertain
And kind words in the case of love
That give you the strength of an electric motor

I wrote to the psychiatrist and it wasn't necessary
I thought I was going crazy but it was just a dream
I was far away, far away in the West Indies
Yet I could see you even without glasses
Because the young and foolish jump on a train
Without a thought and not even the brake

The bread and the apple, songs without history
Morning bells in Victory Square

Poor guy, poor fellow, I remained what I was
But I traveled the world with the face of a bullfighter

If you cook fish, lock the cat in the closet
And be careful with the recipe, make sure it's the one from the radio

Step by step, minute by minute
An airplane passes by and I greet it
Our heart interviewed, now what does it say
It answers, I am here and for this, I am happy

Butterflies, butterflies, the sign of summer
The swallows arrive, the fairies appear
Butterflies, butterflies, the air of summer
The skirts of the first girlfriends get shorter
Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies, butterflies
Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies, butterflies

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