I see the yard's swings freezing.
Our children were never able
to play in them.
The paradise has closed,
buried in a languishing house.
Which creaked its corners,
mocking the indebted master.
At the same time somewhere else
you let the willing kiss your neck.
In the children's room, on the edge of the bed
I tell Valtteri: "Mother is in a party mood again."
And won't make it to give a hug anymore, not today either.
Tears flow from eyes,
there's nothing left
from our paradise.
I stay to watch Vallu's dream.
I should start packing.
A scar in the wrist reminds,
you can't make it end with a Stanley.
At the same time somewhere else
you let the willing kiss your neck.
In the children's room, on the edge of the bed
I tell Valtteri: "Mother is in a party mood again."
And won't make it to give a hug anymore, not today either.
So I remember it like yesterday,
you left to lease a Fiat Punto.
You saw Ahtiainen, that one from Lahti,
you ended up to measure his virility.
At the same time somewhere else
you let the willing kiss your neck.
In the children's room, on the edge of the bed
I tell Valtteri: "Mother is in a party mood again."
And won't make it to give a hug anymore, not today either.