Ikuinen virta [English translation]

my years are getting fewer (there are less and less years left for her)

they disappear in the ear (literally: they get thinner in the air)

like smoke onto the sky

there's maybe nothing that lasts left behind me

everything disappears

i'm going to build a sand castle

it breaks down where it stands

doesnt last till tomorrow

on turha rakentaa

polkua jatkuvaa

it's useless to build a path that goes on

if everything disappears

if the eternal flow of life

bends and breaks like a rotten(? this is not a right word...) bridge

if i get lost on the way to the ship

can i build a sky out of ashes

the only thing that's sure is this moment

the journey of my soul is "walking" on thin ice

i'm sorry God im disturbing your peace/harmony

can i build a sky out of ashes

u save money in a box

u spend the money with its interest

maybe on a house made of stone

but why do u believe so

if your bed was made in moss

if the eternal flow of life

bends and breaks like a rotten(? this is not a right word...) bridge

if i get lost on the way to the ship

can i build a sky out of ashes

the only thing that's sure is this moment

the journey of my soul is "walking" on thin ice

i'm sorry God im disturbing your peace/harmony

can i build a sky out of ashes