En mitään, en ketään [English translation]

Small hours of an early summer

The rippling heat of the city

Heroic deeds

To leave and come back again

To make songs and play

To wait for a ship on the dock

To think: good triumphs (2)

Or the gentle creaking of the headboard

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

Under the ancient Sun

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

More than you

To read under a blanket

When the rain drums the window

Out of touch and around the world

To consider every streetcorner one's home

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

Under the ancient Sun

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

More than you

Time that sneaks

Is carrying you away with your footprints and all

I seize the moments,

My memories

Like the wind seizes a ragged sail

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

Under the ancient Sun

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

More than you

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

Under the ancient Sun

But I -* nothing, no one (1)

More than you