Wash off the traces of my offering to you number one
The story is over, collapsing forever
Bury the depressive honour helping you to load the gun
Better look out your window and think about the weather
You know well that our feelings are [bad word] 
We crawl forward – we still have some fuel
And when it’s over, we have to be cool
Maybe, this way it’s much better

Try to feel that summer’s just begun
It’s not right to think it’s the only way of living
Don’t you make the same mistake
When stopping here?

Taking the phone, I hear the voice of you number two
It’s a naked story – no need to translate it
How can it be I’m slowly losing ideas of what to write about you?
Someone must be extremely [bad word] 
As the world turns, it’s up in my head
Everyone likes us but all think it’s bad
My thoughts and behaviour should be free but instead
I gotta have to want to love you

Can’t you see that summer’s just begun?
The most sincere of loves is still connected with you
But our time’s been paralyzed –
Do we fall?

Off it goes – I’m aching to turn to you number three
Though everyone know the number is zero
Do you still remember that your name sounds like «The Sea»?
I still to have a chance to be your hero?
Should I make the decisions that might
Overfill your eyes with delight?
And if I manage to behave myself right
Maybe, you’ll visit my funeral

You must know that summer’s just begun
Something tells me it is gonna last forever...