…jatkat, vaik tää on nii fucked up En pysy pinnalla, ku uppoon sun sinisiin silmiin ja punasiin huuliin Millä vaa hinnalla vois silmän aluset mustana tehä sun eteesi duunii Kun sä nipistät mua, tiedän ettei tää olekkaan unta…

…I want my tears back The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat A railroad across water, the scent of grandfatherly love Blue bayous, Decembers…

…purity I could never doubt They tell me to lie on the grass And observe my savior The one crucified to the chirping of birds The carpenter Carved his anchor On the dying souls of mankind On the tomb of this unknown soldier Lay the tools of the one who for us had died Tools of the carpenter…

…, jugglers, innkeeper`s welcoming call The sound of mist, smell of moss-grown woods Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher Into the wild Weaving my world into tapestry of life Its fire golden In…

…purity I could never doubt They tell me to lie on the grass And observe my saviour The one crucified to the chirping of birds The carpenter Carved his anchor On the dying souls of mankind On the tomb of this unknown soldier Lay the tools of the one who for us had died Tools of the carpenter…