Sweet little words made for silence
Not so young,
heart full of nut heartache
Dark hair fall, catch in the wind
Not to wail 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 hands still without a tool
Drown into us while it's still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back Compassionate hours never a wasted one
The violin,
the poet's hand, Every throwing 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 hands still without
a tool
Growling to us while they're still blind
Though all the nights still hide the withering dawn Ring down.
Ring down.
Ring down.