Translation of the song Unholan urut artist Viikate

Kourasta tuntee kämmenen

One recongnizes a palm by the fist

ryhdistä het` suoraselkäisen

and a decent man from his attitude

Akanoita jyväin kovat kyljetkin kavahtaa

Even the hard husk parts from the grain

Sana on miehen mittainen, se luista ei

A word is a man's measure, he won't slip

vaikka kultainen on kivetyksen

even if the road is made of gold

alla kutsuvan kulkueen

under the inviting procession

Odottanut olen tulevaa,

I've been waiting for the future,

odottanut olen,

I've been waiting,

nyt kulutan mennyttä aikaa

now I spend time, the past time,

jota uruilla unholan juhlitaan

that will be celebrated on the organs of oblivion

Vastuu ei avaa aapistaan

Responsability won't open no spelling book

mielipahaa sitä saada tavaamaan

Nor will spell out sorrow

Muistomerkkien päät paikoilla kokonuottien

In the house of whole notes*, heads of monuments

Kilvan hopeitaan kiillottaa,

A competitor is polishing his silverware,

jotka pelkin palkein hiillostaan

Those staying alone are making a bonfire**

puhisevat saamatta kuloa kaimoineen nousemaan

the lazy ones snort as they rise from the fire with their fellows**

Odottanut olen tulevaa,

I've been waiting for the future,

odottanut olen,

I've been waiting,

nyt kulutan mennyttä aikaa

now I spend time, the past time,

jota uruilla unholan juhlitaan

that will be celebrated on the organs of oblivion

Odottanut olen tulevaa,

I've been waiting for the future,

odottanut olen,

I've been waiting,

nyt kulutan mennyttä aikaa

now I spend time, the past time,

jota uruilla unholan juhlitaan

that will be celebrated on the organs of oblivion

Ja kun ajattelen kuolemaa

And when I think of death,

ajattelen sitä,

I think of

mitä saanut en milloinkaan aikaan

the things I didn't have time to get

ja mitenkä minua huomenna soitetaan

and of how I will be celebrated tomorrow

- uruilla unholaan…

on the organs of oblivion...