Jatkuu niinkuin sade [English translation]

If we don't have a story

We only see this room

If we don't have a story

everything flows away:

And one morning

Nobody loves no-one

Can't hear the words of the wind

The wistful whispering of the trees

We were tricked into a game

In which we can only lose

And life goes on, endlessly like rain

And life goes on, endlessly like rain

Too big to end

Too heavy to continue

If we don't have faith

which would lift into great work

for those miracles

in which some believe in their madness

One morning

Nothing is needed

Doesn't look at the brightness

Doesn't recognize the face of a human