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