While Your Lips Are Still Red - Minniva

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