原始歌词 (English)
Garden variety weeds
How does one reach the heights of self-esteem
when her or his translations awful seem?
When one shows me mistakes I made,
Embarrassed, I in murky waters wade.
I care, deeply, what my friends would think,
and hope to avoid my face from growing pink.
Yet strife is much like garden weeds -
It's brought by wind and firmly roots from seeds.
But wait! Someone smart points out
that strife is something we can do without!