Tämä on suru [English translation]

You close the door with tears in your eyes

You just dropped a nuclear bomb

You’re leaving, and it’s happening today

Since this love only makes you anxious

It has to be ended

Maybe, then, we both can be saved

But he shouts, he doesn’t get it

He says you are a narcist

And he might be right, too

Your heart is covered with glacial ice

You are feeling you feel nothing

Only a feeling of pressure in your ears

They say the world is beautiful, but is it?

Sometimes hope cools down like a cinder

You travel like you’re dead

And the city glows unknown

And you hear how somewhere on the clouds

Angels are singing ”Wish you were here”

You’re invited by a white darkness

You wouldn’t want to repeat the name

But remember, this is not death, yet

Not even a bit

This feeling, this is not death, yet

This is sorrow

You already shout, the door closes

You throw the glass to the wallpaper

Guess he is already on his way to his another one

Like that he destroyed everything we sheltered

Just like that he explained

He didn’t mean to fall in love with another

And you waited for him with a pie in the oven

You came home earlier from work

You did all the tricks like a fool

But your heart is covered with glacial ice

You are feeling you feel nothing

Only a feeling of pressure in your ears

They say the world is beautiful, but is it?

Sometimes hope cools down like a cinder

You travel like you’re dead

And the city glows unknown

And you hear how somewhere on the clouds

Angels are singing ”Wish you were here”

You’re invited by a white darkness

You wouldn’t want to repeat the name

But remember, this is not death, yet

This is sorrow

And there somewhere, in the shadows

I will fall in your arms

Catch me and row across me, yea

They say the world is beautiful, but is it?

Sometimes hope cools down like a cinder

You travel like you’re dead

And the city glows unknown

And you hear how somewhere on the clouds

Angels are singing ”Wish you were here”

You’re invited by a white darkness

You wouldn’t want to repeat the name

But remember, this is not death, yet

Not even a bit

This feeling, this is not death, yet

This is sorrow