Itä-Suomessa tuulee [English translation]

An elderly person and a boy

On the still open sea

The sun and the nets are rising

The child is quiet and his fingers stiff from the cold

When the heavy

Words are breaking the stillness

Hear little boy, this is our trip

The bigger picture are for the others

Do you finally understand why I smile rarely?

It's not my fault to hear bad things in everything

Only my legacy

It's not my fault that the winds in the Eastern Finland

From Russia and against

The city is sleeping when a woman next to me whispers

"The road is open, use to travel"

Still it always feels like I'm a child on the lake

lost, little fingers stiff from the cold

Do you finally understand why I smile rarely?

Earth under the nails

On the lips the tast of Pielinen

The eastern frost will still come

The freazing weather of the North

• Artist:Happoradio