These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare at them, long for them...
The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck
The fruits turn their youth, and their scratching without hands...
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare at them, long for them...
The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck
The fruits turn their youth, and their scratching without hands...