Where the history of my land
Meets a spot of green surrounded by a shade of hazel
There, a faun plays with the air
The magic of the mountain

He told me that he tastes
The sweet and sour taste
Of the rainy clouds a-coming
And he told me not to be too sad when the storm comes

Life is frail, it’s a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams

He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he’s running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser

And we’re running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years

No, no matter all the pain
The struggle deep inside
And people saying you can’t make it coz
One day you’ll spread your wings
And then you’ll fly away

Life is frail, it’s a creature to protect, he said
In your hands
Like a pair of wings made out of dreams

He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he’s running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser

And we’re running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years

(Butterfly raiser)

He, he was a butterfly raiser
And he’s running with his hair in the wings
To finally be back home
Yeah he, he was a butterfly raiser

And we’re running through the fields
Through the centuries and the years