All songs written by Jukka Takalo. Translations from the Finnish ©1996 Chris Burman and Robert Cumming.
Two of us are sitting on the bridge We're watching the fading sun and we wonder where will this lead Do you feel a strange itch are you listening to the world murmuring it's whispering behind your ear now or never Monday, Tuesday, an hour every day the world is open, and waits Listen to the children playing Listen to the sound of the sea and then you'll see and you'll understand what is important There's nothing more more there's nothing less if you want it this way then act this way and trust your instincts Monday, Tuesday... Every day is yours every day is mine every day is yours if you want it whatever you do, wherever you go it's yours alone Listen when your heart beats that's your heart's job it'll soon lead you the right way listen carefully Monday, Tuesday... Every day you can every day you may every day you can do whatever you want every day is yours every day is mine every day is yours Every day is yours... ...yours alone
I'm taking your heart north you don't do anything here any more now your heart's choosing it wants to go north Your heart longs only for the spring let it travel now or it will never return I'm taking your heart north The north (x5) The home of spring is there There runs the river From the river the heart finds gold That's where it has to go That's where it thaws That's where the heart finds gold Don't let your heart sink into the marshes Or it would already have frozen let it go, let it go now it wants to go north The spring's very short up north Here, your heart's restless it won't make its nest in the south I'm taking your heart north
Your jeans burst at the seams Your clothes split apart It's such a hot day in Scorcherland We pack the camping gear Then we row to the island The bow hits the stones We found ourselves a Scorcherland we don't need to run away from rainy day sadness no matter how hot it gets we won't be leaving this Scorcherland is your and mine It starts raining at night come and lie with me on the grass the ground's warm The grass tickles our stomachs the rain runs down our necks our skin gets wet the summer makes us laugh We found ourselves... After the heatwave a yellow flower grows in the rain I protect it, together with you and when the winter comes to it the snow covers that land Our Scorcherland is there in our memories Scorcherland Where's Scorcherland to be found? Where everyone runs from rainy day sadness No matter how hot it gets...
Night is still holding the light captive when the ship arrives in port we can travel at last travel far beyond the seas the rest of our lives (x2) Before us lies a misty unknown world whose time is endless every morning is a new mystery what is the meaning of everything? the rest of our lives (x2) We spend the first day of the rest of our lives the rest of our lives On the radio they read the weather forecast at sea you listen carefully to it don't be afraid of how strong the winds are either many a wave will rock the boat anyway the rest of our lives (x2) Country people dream of the sea sailors escape to the country each one controls their fate you can begin your life every day We spend the first day of the rest of our lives the rest of our lives we spend the first day Night is still holding the light captive The ship will soon come into port everyone's touched by the brightness of the day this is a day you can't forget the rest of our lives...
The accident happened The man got to know the woman the woman had to go away soon what else could the man do but to write that woman's name on a postcard and write, it would be nice if we could meet again maybe sometime, any time I get help in my unhappiness if I can reach you this way even if you don't want to meet me please write, to cure the hurting the accident happened the postcard disappeared and was forgotten five years passed and I wrote a song put words into it and took it to the company listen now as I sing my song to you so listen now I made made a quiet song for you a small, beautiful, complaining song I get help... The accident happened my song swam past the radio waves not until six years later did you find the record in a second-hand shop and at last got to hear what I'm singing for you and at last you know where the subject of those songs came from every spring like schools of fish I get help... ...reach you I'm just going to finish singing this song then I'm coming to fetch you back Remember the duckherd on midsummer night! La la la la la...
The low pressure over the Atlantic has continued for many weeks don't teach me any more stop the rainy season soon let's not let the magic break let's not let the heart go numb let's not mourn mourning anymore let's not chew what's been chewed [OR: let's not demolish what has been demolished] (or bite, bitten?) that was when I only promised you just fa-fa-fair weather even though it didn't come maybe I can chase away the clouds again and just give you fai-fa-fair weather today I carved your name in the pier you fell in love with that hurdler who was only a runner why this way, why and I taught you to forget and I got to know a nurse who nursed of me with those and I didn't remember you at all that was when I only promised you... if I could only make your head turn you'd never have to be exhausted by boredom The low pressure over the Atlantic has continued for many weeks but who sowed trouble in our necks how do we wash it away let's not let the magic break... that was when I only promised you...
You might already know where this road leads I'll start a secret science and turn longing into gold We are two berries we are two bilberries Our thing will happen tonight Human relations get messed up and everything else is forgotten we're the same kind, the two of us of us we've got similar dreams and we get everything we want and we get and we take History, biology, geography and philosophy you're my religion, mathematics and song We are two berries... Our thing... I recognised you at once your power drew me to you I recognised your expressions your gestures and steps We are two berries... Our thing...
My soul, hello happy last, last day of sale I'm full of nothing now so full of nothing, full of nothing My soul has disappeared into the Kalahari desert I don't know anymore where I come from, who I am My soul looks for a friend schlager-songs make it cry make it I'm full of nothing now so full of nothing, full of nothing My soul has disappeared into the Kalahari desert I don't know anymore where I come from, who I am Rock'n'roll, jazz and blues died an eternity ago where could we find new solace Lonesome, my soul complains it has never even existed never I'm full of nothing now so full of nothing, full of nothing My soul has disappeared...
Me and Mikko are waiting for Tiina Me and Mikko escort Tiina Hello, Tiina's coming again Tiina's coming again Tiina likes me and Tiina likes Mikko Tiina likes us both of us boys Me, Mikko and Tiina We're together the three of us Me, Mikko and Tiina we want to be three of us together it's more fun with three me and Mikko kiss Tiina me and Mikko tickle Tiina Hello, Tiina's coming again Tiina's coming again Tiina likes me and Tiina likes Mikko Tiina likes us both of us boys Me, Mikko and Tiina We're together the three of us Me, Mikko and Tiina we want to be three of us together it's more fun with three
The rivers of Ostrobothnia flow lazily; people, like shadows, watch them from the bridges; the waters of Ostrobothnia run away out to the sea; the dirt of memories crumbles from the banks into the river I'm like an Ostrobothnian river that flows slowly and can never leave its river-bed The marshes cry me their black humus because they'll never get to see the sea to see the sea and dive into the sea The rivers of Ostrobothnia draw furrows in the plain; where are the waters going? how does the current swirl? does anybody ever find the right one? how close can you miss your happiness? I'm like an Ostrobothnian river that flows slowly and never leaves its river-bed. The marshes cry me their black humus because they'll never get to see the sea to see the sea and dive into the sea I'm always flowing out to sea I go behind an island and evaporate into the wind of the heartland's country people and I rain in the necks of the small town people
Evening falls over Europe in my mind it's August we met on a river-boat drank wine and talked We walked for a while along the beach you said your name, Josefine I rang you at your hotel You said 'oui, please come with me' We had only one day one evening and one night Josefine, we only met once Josefine, farewell Josefine, marry well Jospehine, farewell You had come there from somewhere far away from the other side of the world you had to go back to your homeland to get married We had only... Josefine... In my dreams I got a postcard from you You smiled in it, Josefine you said that you weren't getting married after all and said `oui, please come with me' Josefine, wherever you go Josefine, I'm coming too and I'll come just as August comes round Josefine, I'm coming