Kokkonen on ykkönen [English translation]

Under the castle in the air, a molded foundation. My heart is open, your latch snapped shut.

Can't go there, things aren't going anywhere. Looking for good, I'll find happiness, I sit down to an empty table.

I won't ever be anything without you. Why can't good ever show up to me?

I won't ever be anything without you. Without you this is aviating on nothing.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

Even the worst gossipers speak good of you. I can't describe this feeling, it's so deep.

I reach out, but I can't reach your level. I watch when you light a cigarette on the balcony above me.

My heart does a somersault when it hears your voice, and another one when you take a yellow Colt1 in your hand with puckered lips.

I'm a pathological admirer, so you think, or know. But I'm other things too and I hope that you hear.

Listen, we could write together these songs about a man who won't fall in love ever again, for me they're easy.

But for you probably difficult, because as a happy person you maybe rather talk about little lighter things.

As a future mother you probably avoid all stuff, but give chemistry a chance, no any pressure, Terhi.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

Oh if only you came to sing vividly in my song and jumped into my arms.

We could laugh at our exes about that crowd of odd creatures.

Take me to the space shuttle of trends, to Biiffi2 to say hi to your friends.

You get the world to drown in your arms and then time goes to sleep.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

Terhi Kokkonen, you're number one. No other girl interests.

You're pregnant to another man, and I probably won't ever fall in love again.

1. a lighter2. A nickname for a restaurant called "We Got Beef" in Helsinki.

• Artist:Teflon Brothers