Etuvartio [English translation]

Are we burried with these riches?

Does the time handle us with silken gloves?

We can't talk to anyone, ask from justice anywhere,

Who will be stoned as the devil?

Every now and then hold my shoulder

In those moments I prayed would never come

Blow billets of comfort to my broken ear

Talk the language of hearts in the mute days.

In the land of liars a liar is the king

In the land of self-deception everyone is the ruler

What if we sneak on the side of the winners

before they get through with their renovations

What if we order every magazine, join every union

Curtain fall, please, the music has ended.

Sing to me with the everchanging voice of the wind

Carry me in your arms when everything else falls.

Whisper me the move that I can use to win the powerlessness

Comfort me in the void with your nothingness.

In the land of liars a liar is the king

In the land of self-deception everyone is the ruler