Paradise.

There she was, just a girl. 

She expected the world, 

but it flew away from her reach

and the bullets catch in her teeth.

Life goes on, gets so heavy.

The wheel breaks the butterfly,

every tear's a waterfall. 

In the night, the stormy night, 

she'd close her eyes. 

In the night, the stormy night

away she'd fly and dreams

of para para paradise.

So, lying underneath the stormy skies,

she'd say, oh, oh, oh "I know the

sun will set to rise". 

This could be para para paradise.