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
refrain:
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