Vastaantulija [English translation]

Cold and dead city, clock is four and it's Monday

Thousands of faces of gloomy and busy people

They all run somewhere, and a terrible rush of course!

They probably don't even know themselves what's the destination

I stop a passerby, I see one empty life

He hears but doesn't listen, watches but doesn't see anything

Hey just get hit by a car, they won't notice you anyway!

When nothing else interests, own navel is the whole world

I lose the face of a passerby in four o'clock traffic

I forget it instantly, we most likely won't see again!

I know that I don't belong here, among people who have died while standing!

I know one destination, no rush anywhere!