I'm gonna tell you What is in my soul We are so fragile, Just like melting snow. We've got to come to see The beauty of love And imagine... And imagine... Just imagine...
And we're like butterflies Flying to the sun The sun will never Let us look inside I believe That all'll be opened up But in the right time Open-hearted wait for it It will come
And even if you Often were so wrong And you denied The wonder's possible But you have got to see it All the same And imagine And imagine... Just imagine
And we're like butterflies Flying to the sun The sun will never Let us look inside I believe That all'll be opened up But in the right time Open-hearted wait for it And all the secrets will come out...
Song writer: Malka Chaplin Song composer: Maxim Fadeev