You can't hear me, with your whispers
Count the times when your love is gone
Count the tears, the troubles you've been through
Count them in the summer, in my memory
You were lucky, a little while ago
I erased you so much that you're not even here
You were lucky, a little while ago
I erased you so much that you're not even here
You were lucky, a little while ago
I erased you so much that you're not even here
You were lucky, a little while ago
I erased you no fois
You cubed me, you cubed me
You slightly took me in
I kept my lips shut, I watched and slept
I meant I did
You cubed me, you cubed me
You came a bit wrong
I though you were my shampoo
You came a bit wrong
Count the years, count this to the mountains
To the last drop of my love that's running out of summer
I hit you with words I can't hear
Count the years, count this to the mountains
Count your love when it's gone
Count the years, count this to the troubles
Count them to the accounts of my memories
I erased you a bit before
I erased you so much that you're not even here
You cubed me, you cubed me
You slightly took me in
I kept my lips shut, I watched and slept
I meant I did
You cubed me, you cubed me
You came a bit wrong
I thought you were my shampoo
You came a bit wrong
You came a bit wrong
You came a bit wrong
You came a bit wrong
You came a bit wrong
I was quiet, yawned, slept and woke up
Didn't sleep
You came a bit wrong
You came a bit wrong
You thought your bag was a tray
You went blank