Baby got blue eyes blues
Like the sky above home
That is full of life
And full of sparkles
Baby got blue eyes blues
That are so beautiful
But I wished that I had her blue eyes
But I wasn't that lucky like her
Because God made me with brown ice
And I guess you can say that I envy her blue eyes blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It always seems as if people with blue eyes wish they had brown and vice versa. Are we ever really satisfied with ourselves?