Текст песни: Curator of Butterflies + перевод

She likes to walk

Down the lanes to the fields

In the woods, she finds a stream

The water feels cold

In the cup of her hands

Down among the trees

She spies butterflies

Against the leaves

With one brush of her hand

They are captured and taken

From the top of the hill

Looking over the edge

So far out of reach

Further and further away

She likes to see

All the colours of the wings

Beneath the glass

Then she turns down the light

To keep them from fading away

She likes to walk

By the stream down to the shore

From the source

To the sea

Looking over the edge

Where the sky meets the waves

So far out of reach;

With just one step

She’d be free

With one bound

With one leap

A part we all play

The end is the start

Is the place

Where we came from

Looking over the edge

Counting the waves

Follow the faultlines

Up the side of the hill

The marks of an ancient sea

You can see the traces

At the end of the hedgerow

Out of the field

Looking over the edge

As far as you can see

Under the ordinary light

She loved the colours

Of the wings

Against the green

The first thing she saw

The last she hopes

To see the parts we play

The start the end

And everything

Everything in-between

She likes to walk

By the stream down to the shore

From the source

To the sea

Looking over the edge

Where the sky meets the waves

So far out of reach;

With just one step

She’d be free

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