Zemfira - Forgive me my love

F.M.M.L.      

The sea will hug and bury into the sands.
Fishermen will throw the fishing lines.
And mesh our souls.
Forgive me, my love

It's late. To think about something is too late.
I am feeling that you need some air.
Lying in such a huge puddle.
Forgive me, my love

Jeans collected water and stuck.
I think we firmly got in trouble.
I think that the sun gone out.
Forgive me, my love

Silence. Can't hear nor clock, nor seagulls.
Obediently switch off the heart
And you are in the sand, like in bronze.
Forgive me, my love

Forgive me, my love
Forgive me, my love