The wind is blowing very hard now
It whispers the riot of my silence
But its blow is not as hard as my worries
And I can understand their whispers
even though they are wordless

In the cave of my insecurity and low self-esteem
I hide my heart and my infidelity
with smile, some bottles of beer,
and meaningless words

Wish you were here
Wish I were understood
Wish I were happy
Wish there were no worry
Wish it were just the wind
and not the sound of my heart