Laiska [English translation]

Lazy, created to sing,

straight finger to play..

Spending the nights alone,

dreamlessly singing.

I make the songs stir up,

put the hirelings to press on.

Music rose to the fingers,

descended to the hips.

Staying awake beside the moon,

singing alone in the night.

What comes to the mind,

lit up the heart.

Who heard the song thought,

that I was yelling drunk.

I yell without drunkenness,

I whistle without wine.

The songs burn my bosom,

the words smoke in my mouth.

Can not chill with snow,

extinguish words.

What do I have,

who on the miserable day.

I sing with a shackle on my throat,

a tight rope on my neck.

I have a strange ailment at night,

so difficult in the cottage.

Sentences through the wall,

The wind whirls words.

• Artist:Värttinä
• Album:Ilmatar