Tuonen lintu [English translation]

On a yellow morning

On a morning like this

when my room is dead

when my window is nothing but a blind eye

the clothes I'm wearing are so worn

and the pencil is dull, short

the scribbles are feeble

so many times I disappointed myself

too many times I disappointed everyone else

too many times I took life for granted, as a cheap birth-gift

refrain:

Now snow is covering the neighborhood,

the Bird of Death waddles into the stream

Slowly the village is crumbling

around the churchyard

In the corridors the wind forces its way

through the jacket onto my skin

Rests its weak head, searching for strength

Dry unread newspapers

rustle under my feet

when I wander through my emptiness

through the empty city

the letters are so confused

that they believe to be words

that's the only reason they are

next to each other in the songs

refrain x 2