Mikään ei pysy sisällä enää
I can't keep anything inside
Ei ole minulla voimia elää
I have no strength to live
Aurinko laskekoon
The sun can set
Pysyköön poissa
It should stay away
Pysyköön varjoissa
It should stay in the shadows
Varjoissa noissa
In those shadows
Kotinani on vain suonsilmä
I have only a swamp as my home
Niin pirun ahdasta
It's so damn cramped
Niin pirun kylmä
It's so damn cold
Ei onni tomumajaani sovi
Fortune doesn't fit into my body
Monta on säppiä
There's lots of latches
Lukossa ovi
The door is locked
Illan henki tahkoa talloo
The spirit of the evening tramples the grindstone [1]
Aamun avaus kirveellä kalloon
Morning assembly with an axe to the head
Kaipaisin sadetta sieluuni kovin
I'd so need a rain into my soul
Ei ole sielua, rinnassa lovi
There's no soul, (but) a slot in the chest
Aamu on lohduksi sairastaville
Morning is comfort for the sick
Aamu on kastetta janoisille
Morning is dew for the thirsty
Aamu on armoa kuoleville
Morning is mercy for the dying
Ilta on ikeeksi toivottomille
Evening is a burden for the hopeless
Ei ole voimia enää
There's no more strength
Ei ole halua elää
There's no will to live
Ei ole sielulle tilaa
There's no room for the soul
Sielu on illan henkien pilaa
The soul is a joke of the evening spirits
Aamu on lohduksi sairastaville
Morning is comfort for the sick
Aamu on kastetta janoisille
Morning is dew for the thirsty
Aamu on armoa kuoleville
Morning is mercy for the dying
Ilta on ikeeksi toivottomille
Evening is a burden for the hopeless
Aamu on lohduksi sairastaville
Morning is comfort for the sick
Aamu on kastetta janoisille
Morning is dew for the thirsty
Aamu on armoa kuoleville
Morning is mercy for the dying
Ilta on ikeeksi toivottomille
Evening is a burden for the hopeless