"το τσιγάρο σου στο στόμα φάρος που φωτίζει ακόμα..."

SPEAK LOW
(The young gods play Kurt Weill)

Speak low, darling, speak low
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment 's swift, like ships adrift, we're swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
You know, I feel wherever I go tomorrow is near,
tomorrow is here and always too soon

Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go tomorrow is near,
tomorrow is here and always too soon

We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me,darling, speak love to me and soon
Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief...

Kurt Weill / Ogden Nash