Mahtisanat [English translation]

His ankles bound by a chain of keens,

A stone in his bread did someone bake

His rucksack, made of woes and stitched with

nightmares,

On his face, there's a curdling smile

His hair whitened by melancholy songs,

and the same poison does he feed to his child(ren)

He cursed and in anger gazed upon us

And he wasn't content yet

Chorus

And the words he spoke can now be enjoyed by

all the people of this northern land:

„If you're feeling joy, don't share it with others;

And your sadness you should carry on your own

Covet that which is your neighbor's

and replace your own wife with his.

A cottage painted red, a potato field, a beach,

a minivan, let them guarantee your happiness!”

Because that comes right after God and Kekkonen;

His life is a trial, just like being

sober in January.

The flag, always flown half-staff in his yard;

He keeps believing in the same lottery numbers

He only celebrates on Mayday or Midsummer,

His song is melancholy and longing

That stubborn bonehead is now laying in a worshiped

mausoleum

Chorus

And the words he spoke can now be enjoyed by

all the people of this northern land

„If you're feeling joy, don't share it with others;

And your sadness you should carry on your own.”

• Artist:Kotiteollisuus
• Album:Ukonhauta