Liian laiha rakkaani [English translation]

The man is lonely, I know that or so I think.

The man has seen death and the desert, so they say.

He doesn't greet anyone, just listens in the doorway,

If for a while I still sing, what will you do?

The man is different, I know that or so I think.

Grim and depressed let him be if he wants

He won't laugh at my jokes, won't sleep or eat

If for a while I still sing, what will you do?

Oh listen, my skinny love

Like a guitar, I play your ribs

Then the crickets of the road forget their violins

and the opera's divas sigh deeply

The man is dry, I know it or so I think

Made of wood and it lights up just like that

now it isn't the evening, the man looks at his watch

If for a while I still sing, what will you do?

Oh listen, my skinny love

Like a guitar, I play your ribs

Then the crickets of the road forget their violins

and the opera's divas sigh deeply

Oh listen, my skinny love

Like a guitar, I play your ribs

Then the crickets of the road forget their violins

and the opera's divas sigh deeply

Then the crickets of the road forget their violins

and the opera's divas sigh deeply