Nälkätaiteilija [English translation]

It's the part of the hunger artist filled with pain

To always be thirsty and hungry

To not even know where he can stay for the night

Wraps himself in old newspaper

Doesn't appreciate spiritual values

The motions of the noble soul aren't to be understood

When a common currency is distributed

And the distributors are wicked people

Of the grant on top certainly suffices to put right

His exertions on top of sighing a little

The artist's work is now very burdensome

And always constant worrying about the liquor fund

The metal boxes are welded now

Thickets erected on the arms of the walls

At last it's time for the artist

When the grant always resounds