Yusuf Islam. An Other Cup. When Butterflies Leave. Zeneszám
When butterflies leave their silk palaces
the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
those who work to tomorrow
will not miss the dreams of yesterday
the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
those who work to tomorrow
will not miss the dreams of yesterday
An Other Cup
Yusuf Islam