Valtiaan uudet vaateet [English translation]

A naked critic was made to march down the street

Scarred, tattooed, but singing up straight

Even children are spitting, inflicting shame

He is sweating and climbing the hill up like a horse in front of the sleigh

A maniac on his heels, a dog humping his leg

They pull entertainment out of that sight like hairs from a head

Ruler is demanding

A punishment for the criticism

A censorship, a banishment

for the sickness of the singer

Disgrace as a cure

Fames are undressed

New demands of the ruler

Wags a finger at the ruler

Prisoner's stocks and shackles are shaken off like dandruff

Sings his end at the public pyre

even though was pointing a finger only at his mirror

Was loaded with millstones

Was drowned in the depths

Not even a thanks anymore

The criticism isn't allowed to live