Vanha jo nuorena [English translation]

You knew too much early

Fairy tales didn't protect you

There's mould at the end of the rainbow

told the drunk Santa

And the angel of children

was beautiful but silent

when ahead of the brothers

you walked in the shoes of adults

Your eyes and ears were open

and the heart felt even though it was tiny

When you cried the mornings and screamed the night

You learned that even a rock can break

And the angel of children

was beautiful but silent

when ahead of your brothers

you walked in the shoes of adults

You had to be

old already when young

The angel of children

could've told sooner

that through the open heart

one can always get to angels

Mut the night was late

when you took your last journey

ahead of your brothers

you walked in the procession of souls

in the place where you can be

young even when old