You don't believe in Santa Claus
you don't believe in fairytales
you don't wear a playsuit
Waking up is just as hard
as for your parents, to four o'clock
you stayed up last night, I know that
Interesting boys are hanging
every night in the town
cars drive in a same circle
With Tiina behind the kiosk
you found a bottle
of Mint Chocolate
I wonder how
old I look now
when you too have became
an adult
You don't believe that children come
from packets, after school
one boy showed that to you
And the town is too small
you have to get away
as soon as possible
I wonder how
old I look now
when you too have became
an adult
You don't believe in Santa Claus
you don't believe in fairytales
you don't wear a playsuit
Waking up is just as hard
as for your parents, to four o'clock
you stayed up last night, I know that