Etten säikytä kaloja [English translation]

I take a pair of scissors and sit by a window

Your hair on my lap smells like work

The wind takes them from between my fingers

To play with the city's dust

I know a little boy

He goes to fishing by the lake on early mornings

The light has discolored an old photograph,

The water's surface, and the sweater's stripes

I watch the boy from a distance

So I won't scare him or the fish

It has been some time from the last fishing trip

I touch your neck, its curve has changed

You fall asleep against my knee

Trek trough the woods to go back to fishing

I put the scissors down and stay still

So I won't scare you or the fish