[Jukka Poika]
We're far enough to see the stars
as they twinkle and glow
We're far enough to hear the silence
and the north wind blow
[+3-4x]
Through the yard full of snow
with my wheelbarrow
I carry wood for the fire
carry sticks for the stove
We found ourselves a place to settle
and call our own
it feels so nice to realize
we're finally home
[+3-4x]
Now the main thing to do in this life with you
carry wood for the fire
carry sticks for the stove
[2nd Voice]
My love, I logged myself
out of this system of this world
I hacked the logs
and carried the logs
My love, I brought myself
to carry the sticks for the stove
Through the snow
I yearned it, now I am home
Thank for my all my quiet place
I wrote this song and try your base
And stepping home, get guidance spray (?)
The rioty with the rye (?) base
Happy to reach the quiet base
So fire the stove, and fireplace
The fire is out, and moist so in with it (?)
Ready to face the Finnish winter
Centered around our own high (?) things
And so sticks and stoves I bring
With you standing here by the window
the wind don't feel like wind
this and that,
this is "married with children" -thing
[Jukka Poika]
We're far enough to see the stars
as they twinkle and glow
We're far enough to hear the silence
and the north wind blow
[+3-4x]
Through the yard full of snow
with my wheelbarrow
I carry wood for the fire
carry sticks for the stove