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 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 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