Jazz Azizi (The butterfly)
She came
resting,
On my Resilias.
Now I say,
On my Resilias.
It's all right,
On my Resilias
(Oh ho holay)
Nursing nectar,
Of my Resilias.
Taxing my sight
I say,
Little one.
(Oh ho holay)
Feeding,
on my Resilias.
Watching her,
Through the glass,
Joyful butterfly.
(Oh ho holay)
I see her,
A fairy came calling.
(Oh ho holay)
As she heard
a crooning tune,
Of this
old saxophone.
Resonating in
this room
I say.
(Oh ho holay)
Hypnotizing,
My Resilias.
Staring at her,
(Oh ho holay)
Butterfly!
Smiling at her,
Through the glass,
Whetting
fragile feet,
On my Resilias.
Lonesome rhythms
of jazz,
I play.
(Oh ho holay)
In my retreat.
Play for you,
My tunes,
In my retreat.
(Oh ho holay)
Play for you,
Butterfly,
Dancing,
On my Resilias.
I say.
(Oh ho holay)
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