Butterflies

Butterflies
only those small butterflies
are holding your skin attached to skin for now
when it is already dangerously thickened
under the trembling blade
And none of us knows or understands
even if we wrote books about the subject
But when you stand there and ask
I will take part in saving you

Someone sings in the radio about it
how the blade brings the feeling of power and living
from what do you run, what are you reaching from the horizon?
I would gladly bring it to you

Those butterflies are so small
and they fade away soon, can't survive through
time, as I guess you can't either
And they don't hide anything from us
who already know how to look
even though something new to see hasn't been born for a while
We could save even the whole world
if it came down to good will
but for you can't do anything else
but to watch you go

And at the same time someone else is crying too
when ways of escape disappear one after the other
and she doesn't know anything about the butterflies
that can do so much

When you ask, we help
and at the same time we can fix ourselves

Translated by Sith Fisto.