Kotiin [English translation]

In the early hours, I packed up and flew to Africa

Without looking back, to roam the red ground

And still, a place at the table will be set for me at the other end of the world

And a familiar face in the frosty window will wait

That night, when an icy wind sings in the cracks of the house

There's a faded face in a photograph

You see a tiny figure at the garden gate

Walking home

Between my toes, I felt the salty sea

And I mistook every face as a dear person

And at a warm beach at night

I wonder, if my old neighborhood still looks the same

And if they still remember me

That night...

Even if you see the largest waterfall

A golden city at the bottom of it

Happiness is only real when shared

And tonight, when the icy wind sings in the cracks of the house

There's a faded face in a photograph

You see a tiny figure at the garden gate

When the curve of the smile emerges under the hood

The glow of the fire reflected in the eyes

You see a tiny figure at your door

I've come home

I've come home

Next morning I creep downstairs fast in its sleep

Silently, I set the table; humming, I sit back to wait for others

Such a restless soul I have, and a head of an adventurer

And still, the bag is left untouched this morning