Ensisuudelma [English translation]

I know that kiss

was waited for by both of us

under the street light, from the grill line

we left milk and a meat pie

Hits were playing piningly on the radio

teens were breaking beer bottles

your curled hair was new for me

the year was eightysix

I smoked north, you smoked menthol

the lap of town was fragile

the horror and contrition

didn't hit me until I got home

chorus

A sharp light of cab was guiding us

drunk people were starting a fight

trouser legs were in the boots and the morning was far away

the year was eightysix

You shined in the night like young Madonna

glitter and lip gloss

we walked our bikes and the carrier laughed

in the shade of rising love

chorus

And I know that the first kiss

isn't supposed to be forgotten

under the street light, from the grill line