There’s so much of me inside of myself,
There’s no place for you to rest
There are so many vain expectations in me,
There’s no comfortable place for you

There’s a darkness that I can’t help but have in me
Which takes away the place of rest for you
There’s a sadness that I can’t win over in me
Like a thick thorn tree forest

Whenever the wind blows, the dried up branches harrass each other and cry
The young birds that fly over to find a place of rest,
Get prickled by the thorns and fly away

There’s so much of me inside of myself,
There’s no place for you to rest

Whenever the wind blows, the dried up branches harrass each other and cry
Whenever the wind blows, I was lonely and miserable
There were many days of singing sad songs

Whenever the wind blows, the dried up branches harrass each other and cry
Whenever the wind blows, the dried up branches harrass each other and cry

The young birds that fly over to find a place of rest,
Whenever the wind blows, I was lonely and miserable
There were many days of singing sad songs

There’s so much of me inside of myself (repeat)

There’s so much of me inside of myself,
There’s no place for you to rest
There’s a sadness that I can’t win over in me
Like a thick thorn tree forest