While your lips are still red

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's 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 is 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's 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