Ikävä ihollesi [English translation]

All alone in a hole of stone in the middle of the smoke

I hear the voices of strangers

The cars don't stop

Humility reads the clock

And measures the time

The taxi might come again

The queue might last a while

Longing for your skin

Yearning for your touch

Wanting your reasons

Needing to feel wanted

Longing for your skin

To spend [the time] near to you

Paranoia sketches demons on the wall

Already sure of the worst

The heart palpitates

The telephone remains silent

The newspaper drops [through the slot in the door]

And the city behind the window comes to life.

And the fear at the entryway(?)

I while away the night

One hour at a time

I wait for time to pass

Longing for your skin

To spend the time near to you.