Текст песни Земфира - П. М. М. Л

The sea embraces bury in the sands, the anglers throw fishing lines,
Catch our soul in the net, forgive me, my love.
Too late to think about something too late, you, I smell, need air
Lying in such a huge puddle, forgive me, my love.

Jeans got water and stuck, it seems to me that we are firmly stuck,
It seems to me that the sun has gone out, forgive me, my love.
Quietly, you can’t hear any hours or seagulls, obediently turn off the heart,
And you're in the sand as if in bronze, forgive me, my love.

Forgive me, my love, forgive me, my love.