Tervaskanto [English translation]

The world did not open up for me, nor did the door of my home

The lock has changed its nature, while I served *1 other lands

The house did not ask, answer, emptiness stared out the window

While I held up a gateway shaft with a full head, with an empty stomach

The heaven did not open up for me, nor did the door of a roadhouse

In there, all hair are finely trimmed, mouths are wiped with cloth tissues

and even the butlers collar shines of platinum

In the mean time my bark boat sways on rocks by its keel

From a tar stump I whittle small slivers

Small, thin slivers I whittle from a tar stump

From a tar stump I whittle small slivers

thin like happiness until I die, from a tar stump

The doors did not open for me but nor did the lid of a casket

Roots sprout a sturdy scent, which cured me too

No more does the mind dig dirt, nor is the heart black,

even if wind chime quietly plays tritonus in the night

From a tar stump I whittle small slivers

Small, thin slivers I whittle from a tar stump

From a tar stump I whittle small slivers

thin like happiness until I die, from a tar stump

from a tar stump, from a tar stump