Прости меня моя любовь [Prosti menya moya lyubov'] [English translation]

The sea

will embrace

and bury us in the sand.

The fishing nets will be thrown

they will catch our souls...

Forgive me my love.

It's too late,

to think about certain things.

Way to late.

I scene you need air.

We're laying in such a large puddle...

Forgive me my love.

Jeans

are drenched in water,

and they're clinging.

I think that we might be stuck in a mess.

I think that the sun might have burned out...

Forgive me my love.

It's quiet,

can't hear no clocks,

no birds.

Obediently, we turn our hearts off.

And in the sand, it's as if you're in bronze...

Forgive me my love.

• Artist:Zemfira
• Album:Прости меня моя любовь (2000)