Kurjuuvven valssi [English translation]

i harvest dead grain in AUgust, fall rains already started in June

Family cries in the house silently, they might get hungry in the winter

Fields are filled with mud and work horse's harness are broken

So that f*cking sh*t won't be turned with anything, death might take everything

Seasons come slowly, the string of life gets more fragile

Damn, i might take the bottle, when everyone of us gets sick

The crop is ruined, food seaces, you'd hope for a change there

Neighbours died in smallpox , rivers flood on the fields

The first snow comes, snow flakes drop, makes the dead ground more beautiful for a moment

Death weaves web as it's floating, i guess it'll take us to grave soon

Frost bites the logs to ice, when the baking oven cracked yesterday

F*ck, i'll be pissed off in Christmas again, cold house brings bad mood