My hometown street was a gritty road
On that road, I crashed my Anglia on its roof
The traffic sign is still probably tilted
It got bent during a minor navigational error
After flying through the windscreen
I tumbled along the road
While I was spitting my teeth out
I threw up blood and cried
On this face even a scar would look beautiful
And all my teeth should be replaced
When police took my license and Anglia's plates
Pursuing my hobby got more difficult
I dream of becoming a rally driver
Mother, don't try lecturing your son
You can't win a rally if you're afraid
At the finish line, our boy Teuvo will be celebrated
When searching for a car for the weekend
I borrowed my neighbour's Sierra
When I crashed into a truck on the expressway
I probably crashed for the last time
Teuvo, take us for a ride
Teuvo, we sold your Anglia