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"Forgive Me, My Love"
by 'Zemfira'
The sea will embrace, will cover with sand...
Fishermen will get fishing rods ready,
will catch our souls in their nets -
forgive me, my love.
It's late,
too late to think of anything,
I feel you need some air
We're in such a big pool.
Forgive me, my love.
The jeans got all wet and are sticking...
It seems we're stuck now.
It seems to me the sun is off.
Forgive me, my love.
It's quiet,
neither clock ticking nor sea gulls calling can be heard.
Obediently we switch off our hearts.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, my love.
by 'Zemfira'
The sea will embrace, will cover with sand...
Fishermen will get fishing rods ready,
will catch our souls in their nets -
forgive me, my love.
It's late,
too late to think of anything,
I feel you need some air
We're in such a big pool.
Forgive me, my love.
The jeans got all wet and are sticking...
It seems we're stuck now.
It seems to me the sun is off.
Forgive me, my love.
It's quiet,
neither clock ticking nor sea gulls calling can be heard.
Obediently we switch off our hearts.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, my love.