Äiti pojastaan pappia toivoi [English translation]

Every morning at this time,

I get this picture on my mind

I remember how you made a herring sandwich

for my hangover

I guess there aren't other ways

to settle it down

Come back to heal me

The morning's first cigarette tasted bad

I still smoked it till the end

stomach twists,

blood escapes from the head

as the smoke gets denser

Mom hoped her son would become a priest

The son sang, sang, and drank

Mom hoped, the son drank

I have this feeling

I feel like my balls are getting smaller

and fall off

Human-rag in pieces scattered around the globe,

a poor man gets blasted for being deprived

Mom hoped her son would become a priest

The son sang, sang, and drank

Mom hoped, the son drank

Mom hoped her son would become a priest

The son sang, sang, and drank

Mom hoped, the son drank