2017.08.03.
Good morning Finland
I'm driving at night, coming from far awayEyes are going dead, back is hurting
Putaa is sleeping, Koninkangas and Laukaa too
I'm rolling through the town at night, almost embarrased
When others are sleeping in their beds
I'm driving to the haze
Tire is singing, it's the work's sound
The truck is pulling its last
I'm seeing the familiar resting place
and eating only a cheesebread there
Hey good morning Finland, it's going great
Your son is staying awake and toiling
Messrs are crying under the recession in Helsinki
I did it what only a grown man can do
I'm hearing the familiar turbo's whistling
Its sound is making me happy
Whistle is like from the fierce storm wind
Decibel-idiots are trying to thin it
When others are sleeping in their beds
I'm driving to the haze
Tire is singing, it's the work's sound
The truck is pulling its last
I'm seeing finally my destination
And laying the waybills to the counter
Hey good morning Finland, it's going great
Your son is staying awake and toiling
Messrs are crying under the recession in Helsinki
I did it what only a grown man can do
I'm driving at night, coming from far away
Eyes are going dead, back is hurting
Putaa is sleeping, Koninkangas and Laukaa too
I'm rolling through the town at night, almost embarrased
When others are sleeping in their beds
I'm driving to the haze
Tire is singing, it's the work's sound
The truck is pulling its last
I'm seeing the familiar resting place
and eating only a cheesebread there
Hey good morning Finland, it's going great
Your son is staying awake and toiling
Messrs are crying under the recession in Helsinki
I did it what only a grown man can do
I did it what only a grown man can do