While Your Lips Are Still Red
I
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.
Refrain:
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.
II
First day of love [bad word] back,
passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care.
Refrain:
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.
Refrain:
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.