The sea will hug us and bury in the sand
The fishermen will cast their nets
And catch our souls
Forgive me, my love
Too late to think about anything
I feel that you are starving for air
While we are lying in such a big puddle
Forgive me, my love
Jeans got soaked wet and stuck to our legs
I think we are in a bit of a trouble
I think the sun just went out
Forgive me, my love
It's quiet, no clocks, no seagulls
Obediently, we switch off our hearts
And you are covered in sand as if in bronze
Forgive me, my love
...forgive me, my love...
The sea will hug us and bury in the sand
The sea will hug us and bury in the sand