Mies vailla huomista [English translation]

at the shore of a numbing river

lies a curled up man without tomorrow

he cracked his mouth by screaming

scraps of hope hang in threads

a whole piece of the man is missing

it fell out of his chest

like the whitest flower that has just

been violently ripped from a magnolia

why did you not want me?

why did you not choose me?

why did you not take me

although I was useless and willing?

on the grass, a laughing child

and his mother flutter with happiness

trustful eyes

And brass mouths1 still laugh to the lens

it's a vanishing image

a tape about to wear out

a memory blackening under the longing

and drives into the heart

a rusty nail of sorrow

with the heaviest hammer

why did you not want me...?

why did you not want me?

why did you not choose me?

why did you not kill me

although I was in sight and exposed?

why did you not want me?

why did you not choose me?

why did you not murder me?

alone I am weak and fragile

why did you not want me...?

1. I found this could refer to people that play brass instruments.