The Butterfly Raiser

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 year