Puhuit linnuista [English translation]

you talked about birds

that time in the attic room

on the waves of the bedspread

you looked beautiful

I was afraid of your freedom

and your heaving breast

and when I told you to leave

I wished you wouldn't obey me

and now I hear you in every song

and I would give up

all my promises

and the wishes of the voice of reason

if you were still mine

for the smallest moment

and I would give up

the sacred decisions

and also those persons

if you were mine for at least

the smallest moment

you were a strong wind on a pond

the outburst of laughter in a church

a trail that was too winding

and I was timid in my steps

and now I taste you in every raindrop

and now I feel you in every skin

and I would give up…

if winds would have screamed otherwise

where would I find shelter?

if waters would have run otherwise

which eyes would I look into?

where are you, where have your days taken you,

whose back do you stroke?

if our roads would have bent otherwise

would you still talk about birds

there in the attic room?

on the waves of the bedspread

would we be beautiful?