Vuonna '85 [English translation]

We open and close our eyes

we move with the Ferris wheel

Upwards and down and around, hey!

My Ferris wheel went

My life was so boring

That boredom I looked at with my eyes closed

I opened my eyes and I saw the world

I stayed looking at my world

It is the year '85

So it has been a long time

Since I went up last time

Spun in a wheel, like this

{Refrain}

In here, in the metro of the world, I write my songs

Songs about what I see and feel inside my head

and wherever and whenever I walked, I think now, even then,

To whom I write my songs, where I am, where I go

This is how your son uses the smack

Performing, so to speak

Strumming, begging for change

For how long can your son

walk against a wall

I was writing a letter back home

I couldn't hold the instrument anymore

Still one last word,

and then I go to the canal

It is the year '85

So it has been a long time

Since I went up last time

Spun in a wheel, like this

In here, in the metro of the world, I write my songs

Songs about what I see and feel inside my head

and wherever and whenever I walked, I think now, even then,

To whom I write my songs, where I am, where I go

This is how your son inspects

In here, in the metro of the world, I write my songs

Songs about what I see and feel inside my head

This is how your son uses the smack

The smack won't end here,

neither will the amphetamine

Among the blooming flowers in Amsterdam

Brooks full of long-haired ones,

Let the flowers bloom

and wherever and whenever I walked, I think now, even then,

To whom I write my songs, where I am, where I go

In here, in the metro of the world, I write my songs

Songs about what I see and feel inside my head

and wherever and whenever I walked, I think now, even then,

To whom I write my songs, where I am, where I go