Tytöt [English translation]

It's indifferent what is unoriginal

Everything's loaned, we should cherish traditions

I don't care whether it's Iijoki or Ararat that's flowing

Pastiche of a pastiche of a pastiche and lent ideas

I'm not an arse, I'd rather be a character

Leave me out of your Miss Pop contests

Hello from the edge of a sandbox

Come make sandcastles of love with us

When you've gotten to start everything over

You'll never have the blank page syndrome

Everyone who has scissors can cut

If you screw up, no-one will remember it tomorrow

I recommend embarrassing yourself

You won't die to it, I tried and am still alive

Do everything by yourself from a scratch

So it's the picture of the times, picture of the days, picture of the moments, picture of self

You haven't been made from anyone's rib

Not from steel, not from wood

How are girls even made?

Well, they're different substances that things like this consist of

A tower is building it's own colorful blocks

When a drinking culture family is the one raising you

You're already right

When you just keep going on like that

Everything you do

And the way you are

Oblivion to the world map

That's how it is!

Yang is nothing without yin

The world is nothing without a woman

That's why I encourage every chick and girl

Let yourselves be heard and let it smell, yeah

You don't have to apologize for that here

To ever shy away from the fact that

You're perfect just like that

You can go and do

Woman, I'm telling you: Dream, fly!

You can go and do

Woman, I'm telling you

Hey, I am telling you: Dream, fly!

You haven't been made from anyone's rib

Not from steel, not from wood

How are girls even made?

Well, they're different substances that things like this consist of

A tower is building it's own colorful blocks

When a drinking culture family is the one raising you

You're already right

When you just keep going on like that

Everything you do

And the way you are

Oblivion to the world map

Smaller, later, less, half

You haven't been made from anyone's rib

Not from steel, not from wood

How are girls even made?

Well, they're different substances that things like this consist of

They grow up to be beautiful

And get by in a tough place

As they're raised by themselves