The little butterfly

Little butterfly, wait, o, wait,

don't fly away so quickly.

I don't mean to harm you,

stop and fulfil my wish.

I want to kiss you and to feed you,

to save you from danger.

You shall have a crystal room

and will always live in peace.

I know that April gemmed

your golden, variegated wings,

I know you're pretty, lively and graceful,

among your equals the most beautiful.

But my beloved has golden hair,

the lad I love and adore.

And as you, he's lively and graceful,

among his equals the most beautiful.

I want to snatch and offer you to him;

dearer than roses, lilies and myrtles,

my lad will be to you

and you will be his plaything.

In his looks, in his pure bosom,

my darling has roses and lilies.

Come, escape form danger,

seek roses and lilies no more.