stare, majowe.
Your words don't mean a thing I'm not listening, keep talking all I know is
Mamma told me not to waste my life, she said spread your wings my little butterfly,
don't let what they say keep you up at night and they can't detain you
cause wings are made to fly.
No matter what you say it won't hurt me don't matter If I fall from the sky...
these wings are made to fly.