Korutonta [English translation]

I can still hear echoes of the screams

Although a few weeks have already passed

Exclamation marks form out of erotemes

It turned out that nothing was steadfast

On top of a dresser an old alarm clock

Has been left to measure time in past tense

So filled with hopes and ambitions high

He was oozing with vigor, vigor for life

Yet when looking back at it now

We missed the huge-lettered writing on the wall somehow

The footprints on ground still lead to the stable

To the door bolted shut from the inside

In time one can learn to cope with it all

Yet the collar feels ever too tight, too small

It makes for an austere story

Fresh laundered garments and bed clothes

Were hung in the yard on a rope to dry

As pieces of bread get stuck in the throat

Table-wares are covered in husks and rye

In the corner of the stable, a footstool

Upside down...

In time one can learn to cope with it all

Yet the collar feels ever too tight, too small

It makes for an austere story