Jalah

Dad, why have white butterflies landed,
like dew dropped, onto my hair

They drink my tears
They wash my face
I know they’ve come
To take me away

To the place where he put his sabre down
Where he kissed the lock of my hair

To the place where he put his sabre down
Where he kissed the lock of my hair

Jalah Jalah

Mine and his are breaths
His and mine, the same breaths
Mine and his are breaths
His and mine, the same breaths

Dad, why have black butterflies painted,
With their wings, my body

They kiss my eyes
They wake up my beloved one
I know they’ve come
To take me away

To the place where he put his kerchief down
Where he kissed the lock of my hair
To the place where he put his kerchief down
Where he kissed the lock of my hair

Jalah Jalah

Mine and his are breaths
His and mine, the same breaths
Mine and his are breaths
His and mine, the same breaths

Ah Ah Ah

Breath

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