I pity those who cry
I feel bad for those who cry
When the cry of the one crying
Is not crying, is whining
When someone cries in low sound
And the tear is running down the corner of the eye
You can't doubt
The reason for such pain
Cannot be forgotten *
Wathever it may be
But when someone cries madly
Making a scene, like he'll break apart
Then, I think it's better
To help this pain
To find it's place
In the middle of the whining
Whining, whining, whining
It's a lot of water, it's sorrow, it's a foolish way of crying
Whining, whining, whining
It's sorrow, it's a lot of water, we may drown
Whining, whining, whining
It's a lot of water, it's sorrow, it's a foolish way of crying
Whining, whining, whining
It's sorrow, it's a lot of water, we may finnish ourselves off **