...Sweet little words made for silence/Not talkYoung 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...
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...
[Era melodia noastra]
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