Текст песни Сплин - Поздно ночью через все запятые дошел до точки

I am sorry that you did not find summer rainfall
In July night, on the Gulf of Riga
You have not seen the magic of these lines.

Wave, to which it is pleasant to touch hands
Sand, stones which are scattered
Landscape, not me here for centuries.

I am sorry that we will not sit back on the train,
Which will be held this belt watch
On the arrow that pulls on the pole

That will not reflect in the coupe party
Window where all the time changing picture
What we do not wake up in the morning in an embrace.

& Quot; The letter & quot;

Late at night, after all the commas finally came to the point.
Address. Mail. Do not worry, I'm not privy to you more than a single line.
Quiet. Sounds. At night before I drifted rare.
Dancing letters. I write and do not expect ever answer.
Thought. Rhymes. The light remained was the sound - the rest is erased.
Go out figures. I called just to hear his voice.
The rider stopped. Measurement of rider river was closely in line.
Edge. Face. I love, without the need for reciprocal feelings.