Pohjanmaan kautta [English translation]

It doesn't get better with the next generation

I walk here with clumsy movements

Atop the Nordic country

Where the family tree stands strong

I hear it swishing, shedding

And the shell suits rustling

To be a twinkle in father's eye

Would be better

Than to stand on fields of melancholy

Where the silent nation stands

Staring at the sunset

Slowly turning into a state

In the name of father, son and moonshine

Everything is sworn here

Through the Ostrobothnia*

One at a time, everyone

Must give up their dreams

From the end of the rainbow

The empty chest is carried home

From snow to the grave

Tongue stuck to metal

Again and again

From the windows gaze eyes

With no homes

At other homeless

Searching for the sun, that

Behind some suburb

Is already lying dead, I assume

• Artist:Kotiteollisuus
• Album:7