Aja demonit pois tästä sielusta [English translation]

This old feeling of my head against that brick wall.

Collecting trouble like some folk do stamps or dimes.

Make myself a hurricane, a gale of anger,

and all the while the only torn-up lot is mine.

Life is just a long, long list of fist fights.

Get provoked, kick, scream and take no-one's advice.

That's how I make things right, but lo what comes right after!

My heart is screwed up all the tighter in the vise.

Something's made the smell so foul, the taste so bitter.

Anyone else's happy faces a nettle's sting.

Anyone else's weal for me a perfect torture.

If I don't see those dark clouds, I'll paint them in.

I pray you Lord for just the pat of patience,

a smack of poise, oh but a drop of inner strength

to receive things as they come, and though they hurt me,

with Buddha's fortitude, the upright path defend.

Oh, what's the secret to that great illumination?

What's the knack to cleansing evil-doers' minds?

Let that wisdom overthrow my insurrection!

Drive away these wicked demons from my soul!

Drive away these wicked demons from my soul!