Текст песни Бурито - Прости мой криминал

That would have been a part of me heaven;
Slowly drown in them let me.
And clothes, as it was before - will let the wind!
I feel so comfortable in them all day long ...

I would, in any way would be laid low. Slightly out of it,
But the wind so high, and I am here on earth.
And I became a bronze ground, where the fallen
I became yours. Forgive my crime.

Forgive my crime! Forgive my crime!
Forgive my crime, crime, crime.
Forgive my crime! Forgive my crime!
Forgive my crime, crime, crime.

Where were the sails - was the time;
Every minute will dissolve calm life.
And hope fresh - delicate, would be a form of a cross,
What's on my chest someone embroidered.

I, in any way, do not wake up a little in itself -
Remembering the wind, there - on the ground.
Where I was the bronze ground while sleeping,
For your feet. Forgive my crime.