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