CREDITS & THANK’S

Direction & Design
mon’gri  in Coproduction with feinkostfilm

Radio Edit
produced by Coshiva & Christoph Burgstaller (clipwerk.com).

SONG written by
Coshiva

suppported by Austrian Musikfonds.

LYRICS

Sometimes my Dad stings like a bee
I’ve got to stop my asking And see the world from above
Oh – how small his hands can be
My mum told me be a strong girl Be much stronger than me
Use your heart and don’t question Why it’s always me
My grandma said be a good girl And pray to God listen
What you do to others The others do to you
My brother was too young My mum had to hold her tounge
And I was the eldest I had to be strong

Refrain
Sometimes I wanted to
Fly like a butterfly – yes I wanted to Fly like a butterfly
yes I wanted to Fly like a butterfly
Far from angry hands angry hands angry hands
to find some peace

You’re my little brother I’m your sister
We complement one another I’m your twister
When I was a young girl Just didn’t understand
What was this anger From such a loving man
See here little brother Look to your sister
Keepin‘ hold our faith Through these twisters
When I was a young girl Just didn’t understand
What was this anger From such a loving man

Yes I wanted to – fly like a butterfly

Refrain

Sometimes my Dad stings like a bee
I’ve got to stop my asking And see the world from above
Oh – how small his hands can be