Lippen Schweigen

Lips are silent, violins whisper, love me
All the flowers say please: Love me!
Every touch of the hands clearly tells me
He says clearly it's true. It's true. You love me

With every waltz step, the soul also dances
The little heart jumps, it beats and pounds:
Be mine, be mine!
And the mouth doesn't speak a word
but it keeps sounding and always sounding:
I love you so much. I love you
Every touch of the hands clearly described it to me
He says clearly it's true, it's true, you love me