ALIVE
En vie
Why are so many stories made for the tomorrows that sing out of tune?
Why ask so many questions, do we have to be so bloody stupid?
Don't we have to just see ourselves a little more, a little less badly?
Don't we have to just want something, and this world all gone to war.
Let us reduce our sorrows, let us achieve our pleasure,
Let us distil our hatred and drink to our memories.
Let us drink to no longer tell lies, let us achieve our pleasure.
And what if one day all the flowers grow back, for love is still alive.
Why do we let ourselves take risks when our dreams are losing their memory?
Do we have to be so stupid, history keeps repeating itself.
HOW FAR
Wie weit
My life goes on, so monotonous and still, drawing a circle of eternity.
I cannot escape my feelings, I will always be a permanent guest.
The gold of this world is worthless, it burns my skin.
How far must I go in order to see that the night searches for its end?
How much must I give in order to feel? Am I just damned?
Do I dare? Is it good, or am I just damned?
Why am I sad when I have more than I ever had?
My life is lonely, I am too weak to even stand up.
Stretched out and paralysed on the floor, the sky is too heavy.
My own habits are my enemy, like the lethargy in me,
And it's so difficult to change, it's a war that I'm losing.
How far must I go in order to see that the night searches for its end?
How much must I give in order to feel? Am I just damned?
How great is the yearning that I carry, I'm losing my reputation.
Should I surrender myself or should I live a life after the flood?
Do I dare? Is it good, or am I just damned?
NOTE: 'Quutamo' is Finnish for 'moonlight'.