A keresés eredménye

Funeral music

Some people rest in peace beneath the waves
Some people live in the grave under pressure
Some people live a long time staying silent
And funeral music plays in the background
 
Some people rest in peace beneath the waves
Some people live in the grave under pressure
Some people live a long time staying silent
 
What makes you rise up at six every morning?
And you run out into the cold night, to reach your boring job on time,
Life's a test that nobody survives,
It tests your heart, and you can't influence that,
You've just have to accept that one day it's gonna stop,
And pleasure is the only good reason to live,
Groups are born, idiots are born, the weak ones need help,
Falling falling, everybody falls someday, and wants to return to the beginning,
Other people have theses, but I only have memoirs and memoirs,
Each darker than the other, they're bound to my notebook with ink,
Awesome feelings when you have theses,
'Cause this isn't TV and you don't get any slow motion replays,
Though I know I probably won't find what I'm looking for at the bottom of a ditch,
I don't have the energy to make an effort for what you have,
My ship is guided by the waves, and sometimes I dive to the bottom,
But at least I don't need to regret wasted time,
Trash,
 
refrain (2x)
 
I fought the bad feels, until the end
Learn to read the map, okay, and it won't wait for thee last checkpoint
This is what makes you grab a weapon
This is what makes you get used to hard stuff
As long as we live, we know how to fear
W have a mission, we spy and collect inteel
Everyybody's taking a fight, each in his own ring
And I bet that even the last round isn't wasted
Bad and good, I guess there are no wrong choices
The bad one's make you feel like life isn't worth much
Sometimes when you're pissed off you just want some pity
Sometimes it's torture when you think you're heating voices
But what humans fear the most is what they can't see
Check the fire doors, don't leave your back against the wall
When you spend enough time screwing, you finally learn
Because in the end the heart only has space for one bitch1
 
refrain (2x)
 
People turn their backs to the hearth, they're too scared to live
They fear they'll never get nothing or nobody
They wake up so they can go back to sleep, they let their dreams drown
Into a too-small hourglass in which futility runs down
They panic like drunkards, right before the bar closes
When you're at work or sitting at the school desk, I continue walking
Don't smoke ganja, burn some money and speak out
Don't lose your life, buy a house in Vantaa
Everything's a part of the same trap, with your salary you get all kinds of shit
And then at least someone is coming to meet you at the door
And the thieves hug you, while they hold your foot
Into the concrete of pretty words, and then they pull the rug from under your feet
And when you worship money you can't see me near the world-ceiling
The ball and chain on your feet makes me nauseous when I look down
Today I stood at the liquor store counter again, and I wondered if the world was just a silver screen
But whatever you've done, you've done your best
 

• 1. This is an old linguistic joke: the Finnish word 'sydän' (heart) is conjugated as 'sydämeen' (into the heart). It's pronounced with two M's m in the middle, but written with one. Students sometimes find this difficult to remember, so they use the mnemonic 'sydämeen mahtuu vain yksi ämmä' (the heart only has space for one M). This sentence has a double meaning since the word 'ämmä' means both the letter M and 'bitch'.