Erdbeermund paints a lush, almost medieval scene of burning desire. The singer is absolutely wild for his lover’s “strawberry mouth,” a vivid image that mixes sweetness with raw physical attraction. He cries out until his lungs hurt, daydreams of clover-soft beds and star-lit valleys, and measures time apart from his beloved in oceans of tears. Every line drips with sensuous imagery — white skin, red lips, wide summer landscapes — turning the song into a poetic love-hunt where nature itself becomes part of the romance.
Yet beneath the playful, almost teasing metaphors lies a deeper longing. The narrator feels like an old stray dog rediscovering youth when he thinks of his lover, surrendering his best summers to chase one perfect night. The repeated chorus is both a chant and a confession: this is love that borders on obsession, equal parts tender and unrestrained. In Extremo’s blend of folk instruments and rock energy amplifies that tension, making “Erdbeermund” a passionate anthem about craving, devotion, and the sweet bite of remembered kisses.