Sydämellistä [English translation]

Everything changed after the morning

Thoroughly angered mid-nourishment

From a complete stranger

The look was too much

A latch to breath

The yard has to be swept

Even the diary inspected

The pleasant days are becoming few

Very threatening is the saber of speech

The pleasant days are becoming few

Very threatening is the saber of speech

Left the eye has the gleam of joy

When a birchy glimmer happened into the corner

It scares too much to open the door at home

Like through purgatory in an union of joy

• Artist:Viikate
• Album:Noutajan Valssi