A keresés eredménye

Not even angels fly without wings

I'm laying in a coffin, shivering
I'm swallowing dirt, kicking the lid
I can't blame anyone else
I messed up my life myself
Mom told me ages ago
To seek help or at least apply to a school
To leave the crazy, rich man
To move back to Oulu
 
I would've been a prisoner of the past everywhere and always
I had a criminal record and a mortgage
In my heart a child who died before her birth
Something wrong with my head, blond hair on my head and an endless worry
 
So I guess then it was my time to go
Not even angels fly without wings
Not even angels fly without wings
 
Where did the downhill start, well who knows
I guess I should've been taken to therapy already as a child
Mom cried silently and folded her hands
When my first love was a total druggie
 
I guess I could've done many things differently
I wish I could explain at least a few things
This world on me doesn't weigh much
When my sisters will always be resentful of me
 
So I guess then it was my time to go
Not even angels fly without wings
Not even angels fly without wings
 
So I guess then it was my time to go
Not even angels fly without wings
Not even angels fly without wings
 
If I had to give just one piece of advice to my sisters
I could never carry that responsibility
Not even angels fly without wings
 

The darkest night of the year

the city streets are flooding with snow
when somebody ordered a Christmas package from Silk Road
already from the window I saw it was sleeting horizontally
I put on old boots
I too head off against the wind
 
I visit my grandmother to bring her a coffee pack
she brews me a coffee and ties me a braid
grandmother wants to die but so do I
maybe the elves will hear our wishes some time
 
I am searching for light alone on the darkest night of the year
into that darkness I already lost my reflector
in vain endless neon lights try to hit it
only a lost one can see an angel around here
 
on a bus stop for nothing I was freezing for an hour
and I drove my grandmothers walker stuck to the black ground
Christmas land is also something else than just a bad dream
it is gray like my mind
I wish there was at least snow
 
where are the celebrations that are not seen on the streets
company seems to visit only on the dead ones
try to forget all your ordinary worries there
when fingers frozen you are laying a candle on your sisters grave
 
I am searching for light alone on the darkest night of the year
into that darkness I already lost my reflector
in vain endless neon lights try to hit it
only a lost one can see an angel around here
 
I am searching for light alone on the darkest night of the year
into that darkness I already lost my reflector
I can only eat a Christmas dinner at a kiosk
only a lost one can see an angel around here
 
only a lost one can see an angel around here
 

Born to sorrow and clothed with disappointments

a moldy coffee in a pan
and dishes on the floor
rain is rinsing the windows
they don't have to be washed by me
nothing is stopping me from leaving anymore
 
but I am casted in concrete up to my knees
on my back I have a burden weighing a ton
even though there is only a one checkpoint ahead of me
I don't know if I manage all the way to grave
 
I am a prisoner here forever
fences surround the graveyard too
when finally my last worldly task would end
you still dig me deeper into the ground
I like you but can't stand myself
I don't need others, don't know about you
I admit, if I leave
I only do it for the sake of myself
 
summer shoes and a hoodie too big
to the corner store in the cold
only a few beers again I get
if I need more
then I'll have time to go again
 
because anyway I just mainly lie down
I don't leave my house, without a reason at least
forget me, I want to be alone
I was born to sorrow and clothed with disappointments
 
I am a prisoner here forever
fences surround the graveyard too
when finally my last worldly task would end
you still dig me deeper into the ground
I like you but can't stand myself
I don't need others, don't know about you
I admit, if I leave
I only do it for the sake of myself
 
I am a prisoner here forever
fences surround the graveyard too
when finally my last worldly task would end
you still dig me deeper into the ground
I like you but can't stand myself
I don't need others, don't know about you
I admit, if I leave
I only do it for the sake of myself
 

A winter with Talvikki

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It was one winter with Talvikki
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It got off well and instantly out of hand
but life always loses in the end
I learned it well that winter
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It is best to be satisfied
when life does always lose in the end
 
When the plows were toiling early in the morning
and the smell of wheat flowed from the bakery
we stumbled home, you cried
oh Talvikki
I don't remember much of that winter
everything fades, only now is forever
I return home alone at nights, I am broken
oh Talvikki
 
It was one winter with Talvikki
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It got off well and instantly out of hand
but life always loses in the end
I learned it well that winter
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It is best to be satisfied
when life does always lose in the end
 
No matter if it rained, snowed or if the sun shined
the forecast belongs in the trash at the bar
but when your coat was stolen, you cried
oh Talvikki
You were a fragile being, like a snow angel
but your grasp of the pint wasn't small or frail
even though you were saved, I am broken
oh Talvikki
 
It was one winter with Talvikki
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It got off well and instantly out of hand
but life always loses in the end
I learned it well that winter
when we played 'Pass the Pigs' at the cabin
It is best to be satisfied
when life always does lose in the end
 
oh Talvikki, I am broken,
come back, I guarantee
everything is better now
I hope so
 

I Must Have Written Wrong Lottery Numbers

I must have written wrong lottery numbers*
I was nervous on the lottery evening
all alone in my room
 
I finally wrapped a cig
as I stang my grandma's medicine in me
while drinking beer
 
When balls were rolling in the machine
I thought about little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since the fruits of their banana trees
are sold in the shop downstairs
coffee has been drank from their bushes
their bare cheeks have been spanked
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
when with my very last money
I could only get a small beer
 
When I sat on the bar with bare legs
boys surrounded me with their nasty intentions
I acted like I was reading
 
But it really didn't piss me off
When I was thinking little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since no fountain in Sahara
can quench their thirst
and no scrap of the rich
can make their cows to milk or moo
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
when last night suddenly
the electricity went off
 
I got a blanket around me
pulled more quilt for my toes
and the problem was solved
 
And it didn't piss me off at all
when I was thinking little boys of Sudan
who would like to be drunk
at least they have a real problem
 
Since their own store in the desert
doesn't sell drugs for HIV or malaria
and the person handing over free condoms
seems to be just a story
 
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
I must have written wrong lottery numbers
I finally wrapped a cig