Текст песни Зефира - Прости меня моя любовь

P.M.M. (2000)

The sea will embrace, dig in the sand,
Fishermen will throw fishing lines,
Catch our souls online ...
Forgive me, my love...

Late. It's too late to think about something.
You, I smell, need air.
We are lying in such a huge puddle ...
Forgive me, my love.

Jeans of water typed and stuck.
It seems to me that we are very tight,
It seems to me that the sun has gone out ...
Forgive me, my love.

Quiet ... You can not hear hours or gulls.
Obediently turn off the heart,
And you're in the sand, like in bronze ...
Forgive me, my love.

Forgive me, my love...

Forgive me, my love...