Текст песни Suburb.July - Океаны

From her embrace inside me comes in April ,
And surf sentimental longing caramel melt .
And from the depths , mute whale intoxicated thee shouts
That without you taste every day a little bitter.
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Our feelings of all the passions boiling water is warmer ,
Burns body fluids that joy there is no ceiling .
We will reach you soon think of infinity ,
Drowning me in deep your eyes over and over again .
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So look at me with the same ocean .