Asta vara [English translation]

It's dirty again

From ink my ink pot

It's washing my soul

One last octave

In your eyes I can't read secrets

You're in my palm without clothes

Yes you

You grabbed deep

You grabbed grave

You you you...

How many times has my ink pot been dirty

In one verse a burden

I painted the past summer

Rocky stars in the water

In their light underneath them

I hear how from deep within

Her voice come out of her grave

I've been to fists and screams

You've been gone with heart and soul

So I cried my ink

Look what has been the past summer