All songs written by Jukka Takalo. Translations from the Finnish ©1996 Chris Burman and Robert Cumming.
I buy an icecream at the kiosk the girl gives me a yellow one I give her money she gives me the change this happens in May I bike down to the market waterfront I crash into a girl in a summer frock she says later tonight there'll be a party on the bridge her mouth is beautiful this happens in May I put my [puuhapussi?] bag in my backpack someone's waiting under the bridge a girl by an open fire might be nice her mouth is beautiful this happens in May
Angling angling angling angling hooked hooked the worm is hooked swimming swimming the perch is swimming spruce spruce the pike hides in the spruce Nice Minna is in the know buns and milk, cocoa and cake Innocence down down the sun is down bottom bottom the [name of fish?] lives at the bottom surface surface [porsketta???] now on the surface [palleroita palleroita tursaspalleroita?????] Nice Minna... Innocence let's jive, let's jive let's jive towards the night on the bridge on the bridge we sing lallalla warmer warmer inside it's warmer [myrrysmiehet myrrysmiehet muualla ny myrrysmiehet????] Nice Minna... Innocence
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uproar on the bird table a great tit was found dead you said pollution in the Kola Peninsula but I'm tired of listening do you want to pop with me to death isn't it crazy when we can pop and die I play the guitar it wastes electricity it's deadly can we pop to death racket on the bird table the tits are going to bury something acid rains from the sky I want to amuse myself do you want to pop with me to death isn't it crazy when we can pop and die I play the guitar it wastes electricity it's deadly can we pop to death
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I'm not really a warehouseman I'm not really even a man who am I to sing this? who am I in the first place? why am I here? and why am I alone? and in the morning I go to the warehouse and in the morning there's no-one around where is my warehousewoman? where are my people? why am I here? is it Sunday?
Where do I put the guts when I gut the fish nor will anyone come to drink the milk may the ground tremble may the sky fall down may the sea rage may the [Baltic] herring swim out on the street our cat Rudolph has gone to America