Kirosäkeet [English translation]

And there are singers

And northern winds

melancholy thoughts

pride, and joy

No matter

what we did all these years

And the measure with

you treat this merciful world

won't make it easier

and ways won't lengthen

further away

where we have our own

And the flowers on the table

are lucky brought

when you raise the dirge

before weeping yourself to sleep

Lalalalala, curseverse

Lalalalalalailalaa, curseverses

And night's white silk

It wraps you so and like so

Times are ended

Words all used up

Can't hide in shreds of fog

Can't trust the morning

When names go thin

Black teeth get in

And there are singers

And northern winds

melancholy thoughts

pride, and joy