Kuollakseen Elossa [English translation]

Squeezed tight, somewhat alive

Not much to wait for

Not many intact branches for footholds

That still flow with life

There's not many, they'd fit in one hand

The ones you know for certain

That they see when they look

And understand it all

What do you want?

So what

Nothing is enough anyway?

What did you do yourself?

Remember it when judging others

Riding on the doomsday train car

Alone in the fog, on such a wrong track

A downward spiral (aviation term), can't pull up

Before touching the ground's surface

We had certain signs of something better

And decided to trust them

It lead here, we got all the way to illusion

And where do we go from here?

Don't look, don't hear

Just keep your lips shut

Guess a little, do not know

It's enough to tolerate

Dying to live

Mostly dead already