These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare at them, long for them
For the neck is a fruit
Your neck, my neck
These fruits turn their youth
And they're scratching without hands
These Eyes Are BerriesThese berries are eyes Your eyes, my eyes Birds turn their necks Stare at them, long for them For the neck is a fruit Your neck, my neck These fruits turn their youth And they're scratching without hands |