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 are wasted wrong

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