sweet little words made for silence
not talk
young heart for love
not heartache
dark hair for catching the wind
not to veil the sight of a cold world
kiss while your lips are still red
while he`s still silent
rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
drown into eyes while they`re still blind
love while the night still hides the withering dawn

first day of love never comes back
a passionate hour`s never a wasted one
the violin, the poet`s hand,
every thawing heart plays your theme with care
kiss while your lips are still red
while he`s still silent
rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
drown into eyes while they`re still blind
love while the night still hides the withering dawn

kiss while your lips are still red
while he`s still silent
rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
drown into eyes while they`re still blind
love while the night still hides the withering dawn