Kuoliaaksi ruoskitut hevoset [English translation]

We were born to thirst

To flatline on the centerline on the middle of the road

As the melody lines in our pianola

As the rythm lines of our rocky road

The real value of our cargo

Are just the precious memories

But we cursed the Pilot who was leading us astray

Wanting to forget it all

We were saddling our invented characters

We created the illusion of the parade of freedom

Led by an parasite

THE CURSED DO NOT ASK DIRECTIONS

THE CURSED JUST STAY ON COURSE

WITH IRON YOKES

DEFORMED CARAVAN ROLLING ON

WITH THE CRACK OF THE WHIP OUR HEADS BOWED

HORSES BEATEN TO DEATH

But some day our merry band might take shelter in the woods

and a ray of light will start up a fire in our yokes

Some day these chains will become rust

And our caravan shall halt

As does our flag

at half-mast

THE CURSED DO NOT ASK DIRECTIONS

THE CURSED JUST STAY ON COURSE

WITH IRON YOKES

DEFORMED CARAVAN ROLLING ON

WITH THE CRACK OF THE WHIP OUR HEADS BOWED

HORSES BEATEN TO DEATH

HORSES BEATEN TO DEATH