| I'm a little butterfly | |
| In your cruel hands soon I'll die | |
| It's my destiny, I know | |
| There's no way for me to go | |
| Silence is just killing me | |
| I beg you to set me free | |
| Two months in this vault | |
| I can't stay here any more | |
| But everything's in his will | |
| Of this mad collector He | |
| Says he loves me tenderly | |
| But his plan's enormity | |
| The most atrocious thing is that | |
| People don't know anything | |
| They don't know if I'm alive | |
| Or whether I'm dead?. | |
| Mother don't you cry all night | |
| Father don't you cry all night | |
| There's a fire in my soul | |
| In your souls I burn a hole | |
| But everything's in his will | |
| Of this mad collector He | |
| Says he loves me tenderly | |
| But his plan's enormity |