Sweet little words made for silenceNot so young,heart full of nut heartacheDark hair fall, catch in the windNot to wail the sight of a cold worldKiss while yourlips are still redWhile he's still silent restWhile bosom is still untouchedUnveiledHold another handWhile the hands still without a toolDrown into us while it's still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawnFirst day of love never comes back Compassionate hours never a wasted oneThe violin,the poet's hand, Every throwing 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 hands still withouta toolGrowling to us while they're still blindThough all the nights still hide the withering dawn Ring down.Ring down.Ring down.