Kirjeitä Paratiisista [English translation]

From my dreams I remember your shining visage

the joy and sadness like the rising Sun

Like strings strum the trees in the woods

Where there hanged won't be wept

Just so that our days would be measured in full

Just so that at the end of twilight there'd be light

The narrow path to Paradise goes through nightmares,

monsters, stranger things, merchantmonsters,

tower one can't forget,

forget, can't one the tower

and the path to Paradise

shorter grows that road!

shorter grows that road!

'tis a story of creation, of eternal tomorrow,

yesterday's happiness and the present ever retreating,

and when the child is born, it eats us alive

eats us from the inside until we are parents

High summer day, endless horizon

Falcon's flight to the wondrous, threatening blue

where messengers on dusty highways tread

Sun-struck their shoulders on their way.