Желтые бабочки

As soon as he wants to lie,
Above his head appears a halo.
This yellow butterfly ! Yellow butterfly !
I want him to say it ,
But he is busy with chores, and always above it
These yellow butterfly , yellow butterfly.

When he sits down to play bingo
I know that he does not like something ,
Because over the lamp twisted yellow butterflies .
When the plane fell into the gorge ,
And submarine sank beneath the ice,
Over his coffee too butterflies .

Everyone is sick of this war ,
But that is no reason , that is no reason ,
To his uniform appeared butterfly.
Those who killed, would like to live ,
But even the memory of them has gone astray in a lie
In the Rye over the abyss , too flicker butterfly.

I leaf through the newspaper , I turn on the TV,
And he said to me about the war and love,
And over his microphone , these yellow butterflies .
When he pulls out a handkerchief ,
Operator charges the ad unit
Because of his pockets fly butterfly.

When he speaks , his mouth
Erupt in a minute from one to one hundred ,
And now these yellow butterflies just everywhere .
Itself yellow nothing
And the butterfly is also not terrible bird,
But when it together was to be - to be trouble !

Chorus:
Ah, those yellow butterflies , yellow butterflies !
Over his microphone , these yellow butterflies !
On his plantation yellow butterflies !
And at its landfills , these yellow butterflies !
And at its spaceports these yellow butterflies !
And on his chaise longue these yellow butterflies !