Usko pois [English translation]

The fortuneteller was making octave sounds from his throat

SItting in a lotus position in the end of a caravan

In the cap of a boy there was a bill in a sweaty hand

From anothers' lines dates of expiry were foretold

"That three-eyed freak is probably

seeing more than many others during their whole lifetime!"

The boy had prayed long to meet the magician

To cast frames and give some posture for his plans for the future

The belief, the will or the discipline

Believe me*

You'll marry a maid from an iron anniversary I'm sure

Believe

In your summer funeral you'll only start to hibernate

Believe me

Only to be reborn in the deepest of the winter

Believe me

You'll be breeding love out of your riches

Believe me

You'll be peeling a diamond out of the egg of the Phoenix

Believe me

Your flower crown weaves death of its feathers

That way the boy bowed while jumping from the wiggly wagon

Away from the fortuneteller foretelling only self-fulfilling prophecies

The wobbling caravan went away behind the swamps

At the same time youth fled far from the boy

A rebel, a spark, morphing into shivers

Until as an old man he himself predicted

He'll be missing his filial faith

On the edge of his bed

Believe me

Any boy only if he wants is

Believe me

A crowbar out of iron

Believe me

Faith with a timeless story

A prophecy, a calling away

Dance and sing, even though your ears were ringing

Trust yourself even if your mind wouldn't let you

Even if your mind wouldn't let you

Don't be afraid, believe.