Tässä elämä on [English translation]

Sometimes my things have gone well.

it might have been an accident,

and won't happen again.

Sometimes sorrow visits, and there's lots of bad;

the waves carry the ships too.

What should i thank everyone for?

- I guess somewhere is the answer.

My sister became a mom already, with her mortgage.

I bought a bike from a man at the road,

i'm going to court now.

Someone always ahead of me

takes away everything heshe can.

But i don't have anything to take,

but i don't really mind.

Life is here:

own, expensive and useless.

Trifling river's waves

takes me with it like a chip,

and at first i was shaking under the waves.

i learned to be by surrendering.

Even in the bottom you're not alone:

sadness accompanies nostalgia.

I thought before, that somewhere

it's measured precisely,

when they've given up too much for someone to carry.

That's only a delusion, unfounded belief,

other fools believe so.

Even shoulders of big and strong,

are left as small as weaker.

Why you ask, how i use

the days that i still get.

Do you know, what's ordered from there somewhere then?

And i won't learn to say, that i miss,

even though you ask me to.

Anyways every kind of things are given.