"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.

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 dawn!"

chyba właśnie, kurna, tak.