Takarivin pojille [English translation]

I come from a party where

They played waltz and rumba

We danced barefoot

On the tables before dessert

I had forgotten a present

There was nothing to do but sing

The song was about birds

And tangles of love

I wasn't born here to cry

I came to sing wistful songs

To sing and wink an eye

At friends of the groom

At back row boys

There are coins in my handbag

And men's numbers

A few white lies

And pills for many aches

In the sky, stars light up

And light off

I throw my bag in the river

And the swirls straighten up

I wasn't born here to cry

I came to sing wistful songs

To sing and wink an eye

At friends of the groom

At back row boys

I tie my hair back

Shoes back on my feet

I drink from the bottle on a northbound train

Bye bye again

I wasn't born here to cry

I came to sing wistful songs

To sing and wink an eye

At friends of the groom

At back row boys

At passers-by

On a roadless journey