Amora

After the curve of the road
There's a Surinam cherry tree
I feel tears coming to my eyes
Every time I pass by there

I feel my heart pierced
Surrounded by loneliness
I think the fruit of the heart
Must be sweet

I'll tell your father
That you're dating
I'll tell your mother
That you ignore me

I'll paint my lips
In the red of the blackberry
That grows in the backyard
Of the house where you live