Pirms nāk nākamais ieraksts, kurš nāks pavisam drīz – viena dziesma, kura mani vienkārši tur savā varā, apbur, pievel, apņem mani. Es nezinu kas lūdzās lai tā tiktu ieslēgta vēlreiz – es, vai dziesma, bet sen neviena dziesma nebija mani tā ieguvusi.
Noskūpstīt tavas lūpas, kamēr tās vēl ir sārtas,
Kamēr vēl pasaule klusē.
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 worldKiss 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 dawnFirst 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 careKiss 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
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