I made it clear in my letter to you,
”If I don't go, I fool myself.”
I went traveling around the world,
As the provincial streets haunt me.
I was a boy called Päivi,
Not knowing if I was a Romeo or a Juliet.
I was a boy called Päivi,
Just willing to kiss the painted lips of yours.
I could not fall asleep at night,
So until the twilight I stared at the ceiling.
It was the people who told me,
”If you don't change, you might end up in Hell.”
I was a boy called Päivi,
Not knowing if I was a Romeo or a Juliet.
I was a boy called Päivi,
Just willing to kiss the painted lips of yours.
So let the people just stare,
Even though it is so hard sometimes.
It's friendship that unites us –
it's distance that makes the soul ache.
I was a boy called Päivi,
Not knowing if I was a Romeo or a Juliet.
I was a boy called Päivi,
Just willing to kiss the painted lips of yours.