Translation in English:
The sea is hugging, will be buried into the sands,
Fishermen will throw their fishing line
Catching our souls in the net
Forgive me, my love
It's late. Thinking about something is too late
You - I smell – you need air
We lie in such a huge puddle
Forgive me, my love
Jeans from water poured and pasted
I think we are firmly stuck
I think the sun went out
Forgive me, my love
It's quiet. I do not hear any time or tea drops
I obediently turn off the heart
And you are in the sand, as if in bronze
Forgive me, my love
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