Next time you get a stomach ache for that stuff they call a luxury problem,
I'll sit there next to you, pretend that I understand.

Next summer, it can be as before.
Time passes but heals no wounds.
But it feels so long, I remember nothing now,
what it was that made me so happy.

Now the same but worse, when you save the best last.
Can you sit there next to me, pretend you understand?
I listened break our songs that made me feel so strong sometimes,
they remain far inside us, waiting for a farewell.

Next summer, it can be as before.
Time passes but heals no wounds.
But it feels so long, I remember nothing now,
what it was that made me so happy.

Next summer, it can be as before.
Time passes but heals no wounds.
But it feels so long, I remember nothing now,
what it was that made me so happy.