Vierailla kallioilla [English translation]

On foreign cliffs

where a crooked pine grows pale

in the midday sun

I press myself against your skin

The journey was long

I've seen many a skin

I've pressed myself against some

I forgot them right now

Like today, even then

when the days repeat themselves

when you read the paper aloud

when bushes die under the window

I will love you

On a path now familiar

I tread behind you

the journey was long

we'll return to the city later

Like today, even then

when the days repeat themselves

when you read the paper aloud

when bushes die under the window

I will love you

Like today, even then

when the days repeat themselves

when you read the paper aloud

when bushes die under the window

(I will love you)

Like today, even then

when the days repeat themselves

when you read the paper aloud

when bushes die under the window

I will love you