Pohja [English translation]

All the way to the bottom, along the ski tracks, the man is lead

The mood of life turns to a moment, where is this journey taking me?

Going through all this pain, a vord, a knit smaller than this

Cuts the last moment of the day, and doesn't live into the morning as memories

The oblivion of yesterday

The oblivion of yesterday

The oblivion of yesterday

The guests sneak up to me

With me the house of those who have given

Like a tent in thin fog

One cannot fall from the bottom

The guests sneak up to me

With me the house of those who have given

Like a tent in thin fog

One cannot fall deeper from the bottom

As living?

As I sit here and breathe, I know, no one looks for me

As dying?

As I rest here after my time, everyone is like someone I lnow

As living?

I have walked the dark parth, on the edges of which prisons grow

As dying?

I have drunk the strange happiness, that meets us in the morning

As living?

I have seen the wounds to come, that bring sorrow to those I know

As dying?

I have cursed the night, that always gives more to drink into the sorrow

With me the house of those who have given

Like a tent in thin fog

One cannot fall from the bottom

The guests sneak up to me

With me the house of those who have given

Like a tent in thin fog

One cannot fall deeper from the bottom

Deeper from the bottom!

With grating bones I always scrape this eternal field

It is a ditch for falling, the one I run my life over

With screaming bones I scrape like life sings of happiness

One cannot fall from the bottom!

From the bottom

One cannot fall from the bottom!

From the bottom!

No one falls from the bottom!

No one falls from the bottom!

No one falls from the bottom!

No one falls from the bottom!

From the bottom