Sweet little wilds makes the silence A too young heart to love, not heartache Dark hair fall Catch in the wind Light the way, 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 for another hand While the hands 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 Compassion A tower is never wasted wrong The violin, the poets tale Every thowing heart plays a theme with care
Kiss, While your lips are still red While he’s still silent rest While bosom is still untouched Unveiled for another hand While the hands still without a tool Drown into eyes while they’re still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn