Bensaa suonissa [English translation]

He is a virtuoso of gravel roads, he flies low,

the foot pushes onto the gas pedal.

He is having fun on those roads

like a Rubinstein1 of the roads,

he slides, he tears everything loose from his car.

Hey, speed is born in his skull.

Hey, hey, hey, and gasoline in his veins.

A hairpin turn to the left and a hundred to the right,

gentle left slope, but let it go.

One man at the wheel is too little,

it came into the curve and then the priest was brought.

The sky is dark and the surface of the road is ice,

mr. Vauhti is his name and everybody's price is his skill.

Hey, speed is born in his skull.

Hey, hey, hey, and gasoline in his veins.

A hairpin turn to the left and a hundred to the right,

gentle left slope, but let it go.

They say it is all beyond heaven and earth,

nothing can chain him.

There he soars and sounds his melody,

the motor sings, the tires howls, victory looms.

Hey, speed is born in his skull.

Hey, hey, hey, and gasoline in his veins.

A hairpin turn to the left and a hundred to the right,

gentle left slope, but let it go.

Hey, speed is born in his skull.

Hey, hey, hey, and gasoline in his veins.

A hairpin turn to the left and a hundred to the right,

gentle left slope, but let it go.

Hey, speed is born in his skull.

Hey, hey, hey, and gasoline in his veins.

A hairpin turn to the left and a hundred to the right,

gentle left slope, but let it go...

1. Who?

• Artist:Rauli Badding Somerjoki
• Album:Muotokuva 1 (1973)