The sea
The sea will tenderly embrace, \nAnd bury in its golden sands\nwhile fishermen are casting fishing nets...\nWhile fishermen are casting there a fishing line, \nOur souls are catching here a rushing tide...\nThere is nowhere to hide -\nForgive me.\nSo late at night, we're laying in a puddle\nSomeone here needs the air and cuddle, \nbut touches are much less, than even subtle...\nForgive me.\nOur clothes got water, we are stuck\nWe stuck so tight...\nI think, the sun fell over, \nAnd out of the sudden it is quiet, \nWe can't hear clocks and seagulls,\nYou are in sand as if in bronze,\nI am not sure that it is legal.. \nBut anyway, forgive me.\nThe sea will tenderly embrace, \nBury us in the golden sands...\nIs it a chance?\nForgive me.