Butterfly (english version)

Butterfly pinned with a needle of light to your pupil
You do not see anything except the rainbow
You do not see nothing but flowers in a glass grass
And the stones with ancient names
Behold
Among them is your name
And my
And the name of the star where we come from
But you did not know anything except the summer of his life
And the butterfly dies on the needle beam
The color Callektsii your cards.