Sweet little words made for silence

Not so young heartfelt love not heartache

Dark hair fall catch in the wind

Not the will the sight of a cold world

Kiss

While your lips are still red

While he's still in silent rest

While bosom is still untouched

Unveiled on another hair

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

Compassion its power'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 in silent rest

While bosom is still untouched

Unveiled on another hair

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 in silent rest

While bosom is still untouched

Unveiled on another hair

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