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Description
The sweet chaos of the first days of spring - that's how this story sounds. Butterflies in the stomach, which are supposed to signify falling in love, turn into restless anxiety here, beating against the ribs, especially at night. Everything seems to be decided and clear, but the heart stubbornly plays by its own rules, and correspondence and photographs become small portals to a time when things were simpler, bolder, and more profound.
The music draws you in like the scent of a blossoming tree - seemingly joyful, but leaving a subtle ache at the end. Spring here is not about lightness, but about fragility, about knives under the mask of wings, about a secret life that cannot be hidden under any blanket. But there is honesty in this - the recognition that sometimes butterflies do not fly, but scratch from within, and yet it is impossible to give them up.
Lyrics and translation
Original
В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки. Мы все решили с тобой.
В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки. Это пахнет весной, и сердцу точно до лампочки.
Все решили с тобой. В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки.
Не могу успокоить, -особенно на ночь.
-Наша секретная жизнь под тяжелым одеялом лжи. Грустно друг без друга жить, и все быстрее время бежит.
Но это не те бабочки, что летают, в моем сердце ножи. Маячат на горизонте родные воспоминания.
Че-то пытались, но мы друг друга не понимаем.
Из недоверия стена, которую ты возвела, уходит далеко в облака.
Были офигенные времена, были дерзкими, пили до дна, шли вперед, не думала голова. А потом ты сама что-то порешала и просто ушла.
Вот бы с тобой до пяти часов поговорить просто ни о чем.
Если ты рядом, не нужен сон и не нужно слов. Мы все решили с тобой.
В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки.
Это пахнет весной, и сердцу точно до лампочки. Все решили с тобой. В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки.
Не могу успокоить, особенно на ночь. Снова читаю переписки, и я опять пересматриваю снимки.
Твои stories мне скоро будут сниться, но вернуться - ошибка.
Вот бы с тобой до пяти часов поговорить просто ни о чем.
Если ты рядом, не нужен сон и не нужно слов. Мы все решили с тобой.
В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки.
Это пахнет весной, и сердцу точно до лампочки. Все решили с тобой. В шепоте бабочки, бабочки, бабочки.
Не могу успокоить, особенно на ночь.
English translation
In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies. We decided everything with you.
In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies. It smells like spring, and my heart really cares.
Everything was decided with you. In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
I can’t calm you down, especially at night.
-Our secret life under a heavy blanket of lies. It’s sad to live without each other, and time flies faster and faster.
But these are not the butterflies that fly, there are knives in my heart. Family memories loom on the horizon.
They tried something, but we don’t understand each other.
Out of distrust, the wall you built goes far into the clouds.
There were awesome times, they were daring, they drank to the bottom, they moved forward, their heads didn’t think. And then you decided something yourself and just left.
I wish I could talk to you until five o'clock about nothing.
If you are near, there is no need for sleep and no need for words. We decided everything with you.
In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
It smells like spring, and my heart really cares. Everything was decided with you. In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
I can’t calm down, especially at night. I read the correspondence again, and I look at the pictures again.
I’ll soon be dreaming about your stories, but going back would be a mistake.
I wish I could talk to you until five o'clock about nothing.
If you are near, there is no need for sleep and no need for words. We decided everything with you.
In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
It smells like spring, and my heart really cares. Everything was decided with you. In the whisper there are butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
I can’t calm down, especially at night.