[Verse 1] You kiss me, and the silence trembles; You bite my hands until it hurts. You grip with your lips—and I, like a taut string, Fly apart in sweet captivity. I set you on fire, barely breathing myself, I pull you close—and whisper: Don't rush, don't rush, Don't rush, don't rush. [Pre-Chorus] And in a frenzied dance, Shoulders and arms rise up; I cannot endure for long This wild, furious rhythm. We burn unevenly, Like candles in the palms of the night; Sparks fly in every movement, And smoke rises with every breath. [Chorus] Don't rush, don't rush, Hold onto this moment. Don't rush, don't rush, Before the pulse fades away. We are burning, we are burning, But we do not fall. Don't rush, don't rush— This is our whim. [Verse 2] So close that I hear the glass weeping, Feel madness coursing over my skin. I feel heavy, yet light and warm, As if my heart has been laid bare. From the fragments of passion, A fine thread is spun, And it is already impossible To forget this flame. [Pre-Chorus] This night, this moment Will never return. In this pain and happiness Lies a hidden meaning. We lose ourselves, Only to find each other again nearby, And in trembling hands, The morning breath of the earth takes shape. [Chorus] Don't rush, don't rush, Hold onto this moment. Don't rush, don't rush, Before the pulse fades away. We are burning, we are burning, But we do not fall. Don't rush, don't rush— This is our whim. [Bridge] If tomorrow comes, May it find us alive. May our names flare up again Amidst the embers of warmth. I hold this light As gently as a palm over a flame, And in your kisses, A new life begins. [Final Chorus] Don't rush, don't rush, Hold onto this moment. Don't rush, don't rush, Before the pulse fades away. We are burning, we are burning, But we aren't falling down. Don't rush, don't rush — This is our whim.
