Hanska [English translation]

Saturday evening and job in glove, but the glove is lost *1

and the police is nowhere to be seen or heard

Maybe this time I will permit myself *2

Work lashes its worker, with a whip of lords jailbait *3

Spun from the hide of meek people, tanned with prayers of a harlot

Grasping a wage slip, queue for a layoff

Overalls clammy from sweat and cap covered in shame

Furious swing and a bleak scream

Madmans laughter pours from face like oat mush

Work frees its worker *4, but a slave does not yearn for freedom

Carries a glove to rack, grabs a beer *5, kindles the working man

Work frees its worker, but a slave does not yearn for freedom

Carries a glove to rack, grabs a bottle of booze, kindles the working man

The boss offers a grease glove

(Wonder if the glove has done it's job)

on a coffee break alongside Pietari *6

(Work in glove, dribble in beard)

Work frees its worker, but a slave does not yearn for freedom

Work frees its worker, but a man does not yearn his wife

Checks the lottery, grabs the neighbours lady like a beer

Work frees its worker, but a human does not yearn life

Checks the knot in rope, grabs a bottle of booze

and begins the last dance

(Wonder if it's the same glove dad used to grease his rope)