Wild Strawberries in your hands,
red like your lipstick
We walk in the trail
we walk and we slip
but we always hold hands
I feel you so warm  when i hold you.

A music live with thousand people in it and
only in you i feel the warmness

In the beginning of the song i touch and caress you shyly
in the same time i am looking at you.
In the mid-song you hold my hand and we are dancing .

We laughing and that s how we stay alive.
Red from the laugh like wild strawberries.