Ole hiljaa nyt [English translation]

Oh, that flight of a butterfly

When it dies by crashing into a car's window

The concrete's echo plays in the night now

I lower my white scarf into the night and

I miss you

Be quiet now, drive fast

Let's escape the prison of the past

Be quiet now, we must run away

There's no returning back

In street lamps the last sun

Is burning down already

Here the quiet dance of the fireflies

Dusk, humming wistful song

I lower my white scarf into the night and

I miss you

Be quiet now, drive fast

Let's escape the prison of the past

Be quiet now, we must run away

There's no returning back

Be quiet now, drive fast

Let's escape the prison of the past

Be quiet now, we must run away

There's no returning back, back