The trump card of life
Was in the pocket and the first love
Drunk for the first time and a pack of condoms
Burned in the breast pocket
The reckless youth,
It probably leaped somewhere far away
Across schools, workplaces
And the hasty first time
Is just a distant memory
Life in the world's cruel arms
Isn't good, nor warm, nor gentle
Here in the villages of eternal winter
We live on the palm of destiny
And when the rooster crows
That song, which is the oldest1
I look into a mirror and look into the past
I curse: why should I stay here
Now there are new ways
Now there's money to spare
And it is shared, when the firm guarantees
There are chances for growth
I go forward at a good speed
All feelings of some people become numb
Some people's self-esteem breaks
And I don't know in whose
Life I grimace
Life in the world's cruel arms
Isn't good, nor warm, nor gentle
Here in the villages of eternal winter
We live on the palm of destiny
And again the rooster crows
An off-key and ugly sound
Thousands whisper a prayer
Asking, why will I remain alone?
1. This talk about rooster refers to a Finnish idiom "ei kunnian kukko laula" (literally "a rooster of honour doesn't sing"). Basically it means that nothing good will happen (to someone).