Ruumiinavauspöytäkirja [English translation]

We cut it open

The parts one by one

We go through the weaknesses

Weigh the foamed blood

Lungs worn out from shouting

Heart turned into a lump

Lips chapped from lies

Skin chafed from worries

Refrain:

The patient has died of weakness

Of his* own impossibility

For years we killed each other

Patient has died of weakness

Leaving behind his griefing relatives

You and me

And our unborn children

In the cloakroom of the morgue

We exchange the last looks

I wonder which one of us

Will bury us faster

I study the autopsy report carefully

Spelling it at the corner table

So that I would not succumb yet again

So that I would not kill again

So that I would not kill again