Chinese butterflies

66 or 64,
it doesn't really matter anymore
There's no more throwing sticks into the river
And me I've not just grown, I've grown too clever
Just let go

Back then I was French and yet Chinese
I knew songs of butterflies and bees
But the poets killed the vipers and the songs
Chained the princess and carried her along
Just let go

I remember all the songs
Well, that was right and this is wrong
I would really like to sing along
But I won't try as giants have no tongue

It was all a bluff I guess
All things have to end I guess
Just let go

In this one enchanted place
we're back where we began...