1. 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.

[Chorus:]
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.

2. 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.