There's a storm in my gla** of water Should have had it reinforced The winds blow from all quarters Stirs up every water poured I'm afraid the gla** will shatter And the pieces will cut me like knives Still I believe that this matters I drink water for day life If I empty this gla**, I surrender But the water flows more and more The persistently pouring bartender Tells me I'm uncalled for With both my hands I protect This tempestuous fragility But my gla** is already wrecked It's the storm's sweeping victory So much ado about nothing I know So much ado about nothing But I can't skip it I cannot let go ‘Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring This is all just a petty affair You might call it a standing joke But the storm in my gla** could appear
To have fell the greatest oak What is vital or of no moment Is only for me to decide So here I am mending the fragments Of a trifle once dignified So much ado about nothing I know So much ado about nothing But I can't skip it I cannot let go ‘Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring To my heartstring To my heartstring To my heartstring So much ado about nothing I know So much ado about nothing But I can't skip it I cannot let go ‘Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring There's a storm in my gla** of water There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm) There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm) There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm) There is a storm...