Syksyn sävel [English translation]

The street gets filled with steps

Living, it is dying

Put your hand in mine, let's be quiet

Ask me [to come] for a morning tea

Water the dried [plant ~ man]

It's August, and I am grain [~ready for harvest]

It's not joy I cry for, not sorrow I cry for

If I cry, it's just for the sake of it

I'll be elsewhere before you notice it [at all]

I loved her a lot

You, I sometimes love even more

But [please] be her, for me, for a while

Take me in your dreams

Though i get on other trains

It is October, and you can see it on me

When I come close [attached] to you

even gods believe in me

though I myself, I don't always do

It's not joy I cry for, not sorrow I cry for

If I cry, it's just for the sake of it

I'll be elsewhere before you notice it [at all]

I loved her a lot

You, I sometimes love even more

But [please] be her, for me, for a while