Eevan perintö [English translation]

Sad days

stand in line

wait for their time

to give their greetings

from strange country,

from bare lands.

From the lightbearer,

from the back end of the eternal village,

a sigh of missery arrives

a touch of yearning

I remember my place again:

Happy I may not be

Happy I can not be.

What am I looking for here?

What do I get from here?

Only in my own head

this place

can be build to be better.