Ilves [English translation]

Bob was dubbed the 'Bobcat Boy' at school

Coz' this clown always be wearing a hat with the Bobcat Rangers on it

He read the depressing angst-ridden Herra Huu books on the break

You could see straight away he ain't cut from the same tree than the rest of us

When the captains were calling teams

This champ was the one left alone

Always the last one to be picked

Always the last one to be passed the ball

Ya know, the serious kind of kid in the class photograph

I pitied the odd thing

I sometimes invited him over to play Nintendo

The his parents' cigarette smoke reaked off his clothes

Sometimes his old man would take to beating him whilst heavily influenced by John Barleycorn

I borrowed him my comic books

He did me a solid Priest and Maiden mixtape

My friends laughed when they saw us

They went "see you've got yourself a bobcat for a pet cat"

The serious kid in the class photo

The overly serious dude in the class photograph

When I saw the Bobcat Boyfor the last time

His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum

When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time

He remarked that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow

Some people are natural born heroic types

Up to be student body presidents

And you've got your freaks, they always tend to remain a group rather apart

You know, the kind that will never make it life

The popular boys that the world was sugar-coated to

Became pieces of the cogwheels for the sake of machinery

But Bobcat Boy was just air to them

Yet he'll be the one remembered

The serious punter in the class photograph

The serious lad in the class photograph

When I saw the Bobcat Boy for the last time

His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum

When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time

He quipped that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow

Ten years flew by

A newspaper headline read that the Bobcat Boy is now number one

He sang the whole Finland to their knees

Sang himself into every lonely heart

Girls yelled: "We love you"

as Bobcat Boy was coming from backstage

And on the balcony of the hotel

He spred his arms and stepped to heaven

The serious punter in the frontpage

The serious lad in the frontpage

When I saw the Bobcat Boy for the last time

His glare told me that the winds have gained momentum

When I saw the Lynx Cat for the last time

He made a remark about that the only thing that will be left of us is just tracks in the snow