Someone changes the names of our local shops at nights
mothers give birth to children whose language we cannot understand
who is sneaking away from the barn of the Maiden of Finland
the maid, whose loins now give off eternal coldness
And her man, Jussi, stands alone at the edge of the swamp
the hoe has fallen down, snot runs down the sweaty cheek
and the man doesn't know what to do, where to go now
he's feeling cold, like the cold I have inside of me
But I am, and I live and I breathe
this one great god, Lust for Life
its temples are the pubs, brothels,
markets, shops, the colored city-lights
I look out of the window, I cannot see any joy here
broken down sandboxes, dirty local pubs
from where single parents drag home one-night hopes
who leave in the morning before the children wake up
Give me your hand, give me a promise of tomorrow
promise me that I won't be left alone in this cold life
in this day, in which the rugged voices of statues echo
where the born walk as dead seeking their grave
So beautiful is the crescent moon
So fresh is the smell after rain in the autumn!
Who commands here, who is obeyed here
two great gods, Avarice and Money
whose temples are the stockmarkets and the brothels,
the markets, the shops, the colored city-lights
But I am, and I live and I breathe
this one great god, Lust for Life
its temples the pubs, brothels,
markets, shops, the colored city-lights