While Your Lips Are Still Red en Nightwish

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's 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 is 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's 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

Kiss
While your lips are still red
While he's still silent, rest
While bosom's 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