I'm afraid, I'm afraid,
I'm afraid of this wasteland,
I'm afraid of these people,
these looks
so strange and cold and content
I don't know others, not myself
How did I end up in the company of such oddities?
Surely somewhere else would be better?
When you could sigh
or sleep, sleep away in your youth
Oh, we people are strange
like born on different stars,
whom is from the hem of the moon,
whom the sun,
whom entirely, entirely homeless
Me, a child without a home in the valleys of the earth
I ski the snow and wander aimlessly,
I search for a heart, which would beat
which would stay with me,
should the night around me darken
I search for sanctuary from myself
and my own insane thoughts;
I'm afraid of these people,
these looks,
but most of all the depths of my heart