Sinuun minä jään [English translation]

The whooshing of a birch tree

I hear as I lay on grass in May.

I know every spring song by heart

and sing alone as I walk homeward.

When did I realize?

You grabbed the hand I barely held out for you.

And soon another one is laying there beside me,

searching for that same little four-leaved clover.

Which the short summer gives.

I'll stay to you.

We are just copying the statues made of clouds,

but they change and disappear so fast

and our drawings are left unfinished.

Just like us, who are drawn in air

I'll stay to you.

I'll stay to you,

when spring songs are no longer sung.

When the festive garlands have dried,

the tables have been cleaned and the guests have left.

I try to hurry.

The cloud statues are transforming once again.

There are still so many things to take care of,

but why can't I remember even a single one.

You made the world a more beautiful place to live.

I can see a star falling into darkness in the sky.

If we too disappear similarly once from here,

like shooting stars in space,

I'm not going to forget you.

I'll stay to you.

I'll stay to you.