Yksinäisyyden Ja Yhtenäisyyden Vuori [English translation]

West man senses dulled

The builder of the pyramid is a broken man

Once a monkey, always a ray of sunshine

This deep in the valley the law does not apply

Winter magic, my screw loose

An additional washer turning on the table

Mittens in hand I like icing lines

Matchstick soaked, dark descends

I feel the end of the tongue stranger

I stand ready in the swamp

Writer embarrassed on stage

And do not ever, ever try this at home

Write magpies, raise the door hinges from those

TV-snow haunted by paranoia

The embargo, in Dallas oil

Take the mountain

At Home Garden

I look through the birch stars

Spine skin in goosepimples . I know how common sense leaves

Shoulders not bear

Shit chewing-gum in my mouth

I hold breast, lights made me fear

I drank a bottle of liquor to keep my head clear

In the shop along the walls checkout forced smile

Now the magician himself was surprised

War in my head, on my finger gunpowder

I wake up in my bed hand full of tranquilizers

I did not eat anything I do not trust the docs

First of April makes no more faith in docs

Emotions murder by the state

As the company will benefit from so you'll be in an alley

I do not believe in your jokes'm probably too stupid to live

But too smart to kill myself

chorus:

A good friend take seriously

A bomb inside my head war

Crazy job on the mountain tests

Healthy together sick with each other

A good friend take seriously

A bomb inside my head war

Crazy job on the mountain tests

Healthy together sick with each other

Snail snail show horn and

Tell whether tomorrow morning am I alive

Behind these glasses I hide my scars my

Smiling face conceals my fear

It is a helluva lot of coming to the wrong side

My legs wooden,in my skull crazy

A small problem big big trouble

The most difficult thing to admit that you re mentally ill

The caverns of the mind carrying a lantern

End of the tunnel joins our thoughts

The one throwing this light halogen even in the cloud

Crazy glow in my eyes of the dynamo inside me

Atomic time people,poor pets

Sore legs just walking again

Grows uphill and leaves to birch

In my silence about to stumble in prokapoimu

And the mind will always be tumbling down

The hole of the cobblestone I fill again

The streets to the tape, fairy tales to the wallpaper

The Mutton Birds smells like gasoline filling stations

Oh, poor, homely size

Scroll away from the heart the rock rough

Stop your tears into place in the air

My words echo into the evening