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 ohh

Waoh

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 ohh