Everyone pulls the same old rope furiously
truly just in his own direction
One rows forward, one backward1 if only there's time for gossip
not knowing how to keep his mouth shut
Apples as well as oranges2 are already burned to the ground
no one navigates the ship to the port
Life is a party, it pets and kisses (you)
another plus it offers from its shopping bag
I rather stay standing back
to watch
Strange times
I feel in my mouth the
bloody taste
Strange times
I'm foreign, time pushes me into becoming more foreign
To agree is compulsory, it takes you along
I take a pill and I'll reach onto the top of another
I get out of here3, to a pleasant being4
And when I walk to the city, I don't feel anybody
nor anything, nor do I even want to feel
I walk like a ghost, to somewhere far away
And I couldn't even look back
1. lit.: 'one rows, one backwaters'2. lit.: 'porridge as well as gruel', the Finnish equivalent to the English idiom3. lit.: 'disembark' or 'rise away'4. or 'feeling'