It was a spring afternoon
when even the soul
is in bloom
I was seventeen
your quinceañera
your schoolgirl
and I was a dreamer
And in that wheat field
the sun fell first
then a pair of jeans
and a school skirt
And the butterflies
flew like a flower in bloom
and we found out for the first time
what love is
It was a spring afternoon
today is winter
and there is no longer a flower
time passes
whoever said it
your housewife
and I am a troubadour
And the butterflies
they flew from flower to flower
and we found out for the first time
what love is
And the butterflies,
and the butterflies,
and the butterflies
they flew around
And we found out for the first time
what love is
And the butterflies,
and the butterflies,
and the butterflies
they flew around
And we found out for the first time once
what love is......