Björk duets with Antony Hegarty on this one, which uses as lyrics the translated words of a poem by Fyodor Tyutchev:
i love your eyes, my dear
their splendid, sparkling fire
when suddenly you raise them so
to case a swift embracing glance
like lightning flashing in the sky
but there's a charm that is greater still:
when my love's eyes are lowered
when all is fired by passion's kiss
and through the downcast lashes
i see the dull flame of desire
Seven and a half minutes of epic beauty.
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