Kuolema tekee taiteilijan [English translation]

Only once I got to see my dream

I didn't feel the smallness under the stars

Once I got bars to my cradle

From there I'm writing a letter as a prisoner

My God, to you let me (be)come what my child takes me for*

In you, the beauty of the world

From which the death made me an artist

My God, to you let me (be)come what my child takes me for

Created my own heaven here

Let me get away