Meidän syntimme [English translation]

A song is a place, where the sorrow is looking for keys

from the pockets of long, dusty black jacket

A song is a place, where buried in the flowerbed

a bundle of golden hair of a child can be found

A song is a journey into a new light, where the wind is playing

with the leaves of an aspen that have fallen a long time ago

A song is an asphyxiated cry on the road of happiness

which claims that everything isn't lost

Forgive us

our sins

Give us

our daily ability to grieve*

because we don't know the radius of our mistakes

A song is all these words between us

Untraveled long road, unrisen day

A song, a trap of an instant satisfaction

The greatest work of a devil - that he doesn't exist

and the ocean is boiling, low horizon

like a curtain which in vain longs for being torn apart

when a song is traveling, carrying all the lies

and knows I can't see them, for a while they warm

Only futility even those holy numbers scribbled on the skin

Only futility every empty time, embittered