You can't hear me, with your whispersCount the times when your love is goneCount the tears, the troubles you've been throughCount them in the summer, in my memoryYou were lucky, a little while agoI erased you so much that you're not even hereYou were lucky, a little while agoI erased you so much that you're not even hereYou were lucky, a little while agoI erased you so much that you're not even hereYou were lucky, a little while agoI erased you no foisYou cubed me, you cubed meYou slightly took me inI kept my lips shut, I watched and sleptI meant I didYou cubed me, you cubed meYou came a bit wrongI though you were my shampooYou came a bit wrongCount the years, count this to the mountainsTo the last drop of my love that's running out of summerI hit you with words I can't hearCount the years, count this to the mountainsCount your love when it's goneCount the years, count this to the troublesCount them to the accounts of my memoriesI erased you a bit beforeI erased you so much that you're not even hereYou cubed me, you cubed meYou slightly took me inI kept my lips shut, I watched and sleptI meant I didYou cubed me, you cubed meYou came a bit wrongI thought you were my shampooYou came a bit wrongYou came a bit wrongYou came a bit wrongYou came a bit wrongYou came a bit wrongI was quiet, yawned, slept and woke upDidn't sleepYou came a bit wrongYou came a bit wrongYou thought your bag was a trayYou went blank