The butterfly has flown

The butterfly has flown,

The flower sways gracefully.

My beauty, where do you see the trace,

The trace of the winged lover?

Oh! The butterfly has flown!

The stream is rapid and ever-changing.

The ship passes through the deep water,

And the waves

Erase its silver wake.

The butterfly is your love.

The flower and the wave are your soul,

Moved by nothing, marked by nothing.

Nothing stays on them for more than a day.

The butterfly is your love.

My beauty, where do you see the trace,

The trace of the winged lover?

The flower sways gracefully...

The butterfly has flown!