Текст песни Бурито - Прости мой криминал

I wish heaven became a part of me;
Gradually let me drown in them.
And clothes, as it was before - let the winds become!
I feel so comfortable in them from morning to evening ...

I would, anyway, would go to bed. A bit out of my mind
But the winds are so high, and I am here on earth.
And I became bronze soil where I fell
I became yours. Forgive my crime.

Forgive my crime! Forgive my crime!
Forgive my crime, crime, crime.
Forgive my crime! Forgive my crime!
Forgive my crime, crime, crime.

Where there were sails, it was time;
Peace of mind will dissolve every minute.
And fresh hopes - tender, the shape of the cross will become,
What is embroidered on my chest by someone.

Anyway, I will wake up a little out of my mind -
Remembering the wind, there - on the ground.
Where I became bronze soil while I slept,
For your feet. Forgive my crime.