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 word

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 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 they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn (2x)