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[–] mxcviel [S] ago 

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