Words like flowers. Words, music, performance, Alexander Zheltov. 2013Do not torture me by the pleading look.Do not kill me by holy word.My soul aches and lost the way,And my soul still looking for words like flowersThis share is as eternal confession ...But not you bequeath me. To lose and found one by oneWords like flowers.Do not lean your tired head on my shoulder .Better let me go kindly.I\'m not your home, I\'m an inn only.On your troubled way.I\'m not your, forgive me, a womanI\'m fascinated, but not by you.We did not succeed, but I did not promise you anything.The last look in the window opening.There a dawn, misty bystreetsSuddenly whispered their secrets.They are tired of the bustle of life,Vowed to love solitude.The two ships had left, wandering In the sea of joy, thoughts and troubles.You went to meet your island, your refuge.I rushed after sailing ghost shipDo not torture me by the pleading look.Do not kill me by holy word.My soul aches and lost the way,And my soul still looking for words like flowers.