Me olemme myöhäiset [English translation]

Salutation from here, the noble of Oblivion!

Where only darkness will carry you

To pay the ransom for the morning sun

We are the ones who are late

Night will hold you, carry you in its arms

Like a maiden over a treshold

Like soot, foam reaches the shore of freedom

We are, we are the ones who are so late

Go, misplace your dreams

Once the sky will fall upon us

We will be washing dishes with tears

Of tranquil seas

There is no wolf to howl at the moon

That, stroking with its chilly light,

Brushes our hair

The one who is locked in a chest, latched a thousand times

The keys have vanished into the rising sun

Will not recognize blood running between cuts

We are

We are

We are the ones who are late

Go, misplace your dreams

Once the sky will fall upon us

We will be washing dishes with tears

Of tranquil seas

There is no wolf to howl at the moon

That with its chilly light

Brushes our hair