Performance: Vladimirskaya square

And I whisper, picking up words
How do you like my love
Amongst other events?
And here it is, empty palm,
Again, the impulse was so high.
We split toes apart,
We split toes apart,
And you're right through your fingers like sand...

And does not bind
Broken filament,
And I'm screaming, as if into the distance.
How do you like my sadness
Among the other could be the best choice?
Resentment, jealousy, envy, anger...
As indistinct traces.
And no one's fault,
The hands are disconnected.
And you through my fingers like smoke...

How it all came together, how everything is intertwined
And not saying "no" or "Yes"
To save the love failed
And two destinies, two lives apart.
And you're right through your fingers like water...

If you love something, say it. Not words. Heart.