Kahvia ja pullaa [English translation]

It feels like everyone else has a place

They have their own gangs

Where they can always hang out on Sundays

Wearing suits

It feels like everyone else has a direction

Their groups have their own set of rules

And they don't have to wonder

If they made a mistake again

And there are always buns and good sandwiches on the table

Someday I'd like to eat those

I'm just wondering if there was a ski association

Or any kind of pervert club

Where I too could sing

Madonna on Sundays

Society of spirit and knowledge

Or any kind of snare group

Where I could eat

Coffee and buns with others

It feels like everyone else has a shelter

A big tent from when they were little

Childhood home on top of solid rock

It's unwavering

Nobody has to be alone

The whole village coming to help

If someone's missing a wizard's cloak

It's crocheted together

And there are buns and good sandwiches on the table again

Oh Jesus, I want in on that party

I'm just wondering if there was a ski association

Or any kind of pervert club

Where I too could sing

Madonna on Sundays

Society of spirit and knowledge

Or any kind of snare group

Where I could eat

Coffee and buns with others

At night in the valley of dreams

I listen to Like a Virgin play

As everyone sings in the choir

Dressed to the nines

My own gang looks at me, smiling

They don't turn me away

And on the table I see, on the table I see

A pile of coffee and buns

I'm just wondering if there was a ski association

Or any kind of pervert club

Where I too could sing

Madonna on Sundays

Society of spirit and knowledge

Or any kind of snare group

Where I could eat

Coffee and buns with others