These berries are eyes, your eyes, my eyes Birds turn their necks to stare at them, long for them The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck To fruits turn their youth biting, scratching with feathers La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la