When butterflies leave their silk palaces the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, those who work to tomorrow will
When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will not
Bản dịch: Yusuf Islam. When Butterflies Leave.
: When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will
When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will
