Текст песни Земфира - П.М.М.Л.

Am G Am
The sea will embrace, bury in the sands.
G Dm
The anglers will throw the fishing line.
Em Dm
Our souls will be caught in the net.
Em
Forgive me, my love.

Too late; too late to think about anything.
You, I smell, need air.
We are lying in such a huge puddle.
PMML

The jeans were waterlogged and stuck.
It seems to me that we are in deep trouble.
We are lying in such a huge puddle.
PMML

Quiet. No clocks or gulls are heard.
We obediently turn off the heart.
And you are in the sand, as if in bronze.
PMML