Текст песни Сплин - через все запятые я дошел наконец до точки

I'm sorry that you did not find summer rainfall
In July night in the Baltic Bay
Do not you see the magic of these lines.

The wave, which is pleasant to touch hands
Sand, stones which are scattered
Landscape, not me here for centuries.

I'm sorry that we again take the train
Which will be held this belt watch
In which direction pulls on the pole.

That does not reflect in the compartment party
Window where all the time changing image
And we do not wake up in the morning in an embrace.

Late at night, after all the commas finally reached to the point
Address, e-mail, do not worry I'm not privy to you no more lines
Quiet sounds at night before I drifted rarely
Dancing letters I write, and do not expect ever answer.

Thought-rhyming light remained was the sound of the rest erased
Extinguished numbers, I called just to hear the voice
The rider stopped, froze rider river was closely in line with
Edges-face, I do not like needing a reciprocal feeling.