When she got seven pence for a song and a dance
She was very happy,
She was running and running
To give what she got to her mother
Then her mother would say:
«You’ll be famous one day,
Everyone be love you
There’s no star above you in the sky»
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
Fly, fly
Fly, fly high butterfly
She was famous one day
And the people would pay
Any prise to see her
She was singing and dancing
Like nobody else, but her mother
But her mother who’d seen
What she did on the screen
Said: «It’s getting better just a little
Better every time»
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
Fly, fly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Fly away little butterfly
Fly high, fly high
Make your way little butterfly
Fly, fly
Fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly
fly, fly high butterfly
Fly, fly high butterfly