What did I promise you?
I don't know, I don't remember now
Are you going to tell me what's wrong?
We are inside the glaciers
Ten days in one night
Ten mouths on my cocktail
If it's easier, write me
That you need what you lost
And it goes well one time out of a hundred
If you think about it, you sink*
I don't have time, make up your mind
After work, I think about you
I dined drinking wine on the bed
And it doesn't have to be like this
They don't make love in the movies
And maybe I don't pull myself together, but don't panic
Look how hard it rains this Saturday
Because the last time is sacred, it's cold to go home
This night you learn, but it’s not so bitter
And it's raining and I'm beside myself, beside myself
And this house has nothing of you, nothing of you
But the last time is sacred, the last kiss in the street
Write me in an hour, we are still going to need**
Ten last times
Ten, ten last times
Creased clothes
Asleep in a parking lot
French kisses delivery
The tantrums in the apartment
Because of the spiked milk coffee
And I like it if you exaggerate
I don't have time, make up your mind
But I will not wait for you
You remind me of a book that I read
And it doesn't have to be like this
They don't make love in the movies
And maybe I don't pull myself together, but don't panic
Look how hard it rains this Saturday
Because the last time is sacred, it's cold to go home
This night you learn, but it’s not so bitter
And it's raining and I'm beside myself, beside myself
And this house has nothing of you, nothing of you
But the last time is sacred, the last kiss in the street
Write me in an hour, we are still going to need**
Ten last times
In an hour
I never told you before, maybe you already know
That I need what I lost
Of that one time out of a hundred
And maybe I don't pull myself together, but don't panic
Look how heavy it's raining this Saturday
Because the last time is sacred, it's cold to go home
This night you learn, but it’s not so bitter
And it's raining and I'm beside myself, beside myself
And this house has nothing of you, nothing of you
But the last time is sacred, the last kiss in the street
Write me in an hour, we are still going to need**
Ten last times
Ten, ten last times
Ten