Текст песни Ольга Вельгус - Букеты из слов

Bouquets made of words

Sounds like grass, the words rustle ...
As words and grasses in a life are similar!
We say: healing herbs -
There are healing words too.

There are words full of poison,
There are simple, like cornflowers,
And sometimes with myself there is no sladu,
If weeds grow in the speech.

In a word, one can cripple the soul,
You can heal a wound,
The burden of despair is facilitated,
Faith and hope to resurrect.

I look at the meadow, dressed in flowers,
How beautiful is the succulent grass cover ...
Teach us, God, to give bouquets,
Consisting of kind, wise words