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