Pojat on poikia [English translation]

Boys will be boys, they promise but they won't come

They say they love, they do whatever it takes

To get

A woman under them

They curse while they're drunk and disappear in the morning

Love is an ashtray, a heart that hungers

And won't get

Anything prettier

A man's life is beautiful and damn ugly

A perfect plan and a complete chance

A jack of all trades and a specialist

Knows his place from Ivalo to Hanko

Boys will be boys

God's rugs

They weave for women and leave them unfinished, delightfully neglected

Boys will be boys

God's chimed

Blue chords, deep vile melodies to women

Boys will be boys, they want to wrestle

And right away they're saying 'what's he looking at'

About a stranger

Who they can't recognize

Boys will be boys when the world burns

Secretly they desire to be on girls' laps

Again

To scorch it

A man's life is beautiful and damn ugly

A perfect plan and a complete chance

A jack of all trades and a specialist

Knows his place from Ivalo to Hanko

Boys will be boys

God's rugs

They weave for women and leave them unfinished, delightfully neglected

Boys will be boys

God's chimed

Blue chords, deep vile melodies to women