SunBringer by Dada vs Evil

The butterfly lives for several weeks.
It flies from flower to flower.
It flies among the leaves.
It plays with fire, scattering ashes.
It does not see the future.
It does not create the past.
And then, after a few weeks,
it quietly becomes like flowers, leaves and ashes.

We are the dream that melt the soil
We are the song that shake the Sky
We are the persons without shadows
We are the hand that broke itself
We are the cane of sugar
We are everything
We are You
You are We