Lyrics Papillon - My Tin Apple

Papillon

red or blue,
with beads or gold
like the color of your eyes
a papillon to enhance
what ‘d never be beautiful
sewn drops, butterflies
she did it all by herself
for those who called her unlovely witch
she wove the thread with hatred
pleased with a good result
she smiled and they fell breathless drop-dead beautiful
hai hai hai papillon
hai hai hai papillon
she cried out loud
scratching her hands
picking up her papillons
so nice, big and colorful
it seems they were made by a beautiful woman
growing up, dreaming
she couldn’t find true love
crying and fighting
she gave death with her papillons
she wove the thread with hatred
pleased with a good result
she smiled and they fell breathless drop-dead beautiful
hai hai hai papillon
hai hai hai papillon
hai hai hai papillon