Liian Pimeä [English translation]

The morning closes

Under its dusky veil

Its last wanderer

The frosty mind

drips with its longing

But does not realize

This is how one dies

A story about a life

Chimes more delicately

Than I had remembered

Into much too dark a road

The child is

Sent off

The course of sorrows changes

The autumn grows

Inside a poor mind

Falls on its road

Withers away the happiness

That is not sought for

Not longed for

At last, whispers

As long as we die

A story of a life

Chimes more delicately

Than I had remembered

Into much too dark a road

The child is

Sent off

Fumbling, one step

follows another

As if in secret

Takes you to safety

You are the light

On my meadow

The light

That I could touch

. . .

The course of sorrows changes

The autumn grows

Inside a poor mind

Falls on its road