Tässä elämä on [English translation]

Things have sometimes gone well for me.

It might have been an accident

and won't happen again.

Sometimes sadness comes and there's plenty of vile;

but even the waves can carry ships.

What should I thank each person for?

- There's probably an answer somewhere

My sister became a mother already with her mortgages.

I bought a bike from a man on the street,

now I'm being sued.

Someone else is always ahead,

taking everything they can.

I don't have a lot to look forward to

so it doesn't matter that much.

Here is life:

my own, precious and useless.

The waves of a trifling river

carry me along like a chip,

and at first I was trembling beneath the waves.

I learned to exist by giving in.

Even at the bottom we're not alone;

melancholy accompanies the wistfulness.

I used to think that somewhere

they measure exactly

when someone has been given too much to carry

That's just a delusion, an unfounded belief,

some fools believe so.

Even the shoulders of the great and strong

turn out to be as small as the weak ones'.

Why do you ask how I'll use

the days that I'll still get.

Do you even know what's to be ordered from there somewhere?

And I'll never learn to say that I miss you

even though you ask me to.

In any case, all kinds of things are given.