Itkisitkö onnesta [English translation]

Would you cry from happiness if I fucked you with vigor when you claim I no longer dare to drive with my eyes closed.

It's isn't easy trying to catch lost youth or the incredible feeling of being drunk for the first time.

Maybe in life we sometimes have to make up explanations for ourselves and draw conclusions as to why the figures are askew.

When not even in your dreams is it possible to foresee who gets and who is given to, or how pitifully poorly luck is dealt here.

You're not allowed to be pissed off even when you're being thrown out of local bar to cool off after looking for a fight.

The bullet entered through the doorway from a passing by car, bounced from the guitar and hit the doorman's calf. And even though the police arrived in less than fifteen minutes, the whole village was locked down and the perpetrator identified, all that was found was a rattling tin pail full of bullet holes and the perp's shivering girlfriend on a bus stop with a bag in her hand.

Driving through that slushy corner, I'm not sure if I even tried to press the brake pedal or if I forgot altogether

I am sorry for everything.

There's no point holding a grudge against me. It's a bad fucking time sliding around on the oncoming lane.

When not even in your dreams is it possible to foresee who gets and who is given to, or how pitifully poorly luck is dealt here.

You're not allowed to be pissed off even when you're being thrown out of the local bar to cool off after looking for a fight.

But don't confess to anything, dont even tell about the baby as no one will understand what we've been through together anyway.

I promise to send a card from somewhere a little farther away. If I cant get it to you any other way, the wind will deliver it.

Would you cry from happiness?