On my words, on my silence Fell like a living morning star. You say, speak with tender lips, Maybe it's love walking between us? (2 years) Young sadness, willow cats In your eyes, in my word. You say, speak with tender lips, Maybe it's love walking between us? (2 years) Walks and is silent, what to do with her? Only the silver star screams out of the darkness. You say, speak with tender lips, Maybe it's love walking between us? (2 years) And this sadness, you still touch it, Hearts will be pinched, faces will be bruised You say, speak with tender lips, Maybe it's love walking between us? (2 years)