| 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
 
 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
 歌词~~~
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