PMML

More obnimet, zakopaet v peski.
Zakinut rybolovy leski,
Pojmaiut v seti nashi dushi -
Prosti menia, moia liubov'.

Pozdno, o chem-to dumat' slishkom pozdno,
Tebe ia chuiu, nuzhen vozdukh.
Lezhu v takoj ogromnoj luzhe.
Prosti menia, moia liubov'.

Dzhinsy vody nabrali i prilipli,
Mne kazhetsia, my krepko vlipli,
Mne kazhetsia, potukhlo Solntse.
Prosti menia, moia liubov'.

Tikho, ne slyshno ni chasov, ni chaek,
Poslushno vremia vykliuchaem.
I ty v peske, kak budto v bronze.
Prosti menia, moia liubov'.