Kynnet, kynnet [English translation]

What if we were a legion

In an apartment house block

Some kind of semi-Rome, but piss in the snorkel

We'd come up with a mutual agenda

Words as weapons, fighting with sentences

If we could abandon, but not give up

Be those good guys who get drunk on power

Give away everything except the clothes we're wearing

Abundance of food, roll up the cliff

A terrible crisis, one stomach roll

I'm sobbing, hunched here on an Artek stool

I have a videophone and hundred euro flights

But I'm scared of these human beings

What if we were a beta cuck fight club

Could we get some self-esteem?

Could we find our places in the world

Could we make ourselves great again?

I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping

Without claws you can't get a hold

Delicate, insecure, lonely

The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us

Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws

A weak finds a culprit in another weak one

No poor knights1 to the Round Table

Who has taken the manhood from the anonyms now

Not knowing what to do and the tubes are clogged

There's no room for us in the survival area

I, I, I ruin the climate for everyone else

There is no left-right-horizon

Only the disappointed, who want a renovation

I have love, but no means to express it

Fazer's Blue2 for feminists

The silence of potential and potency

Feeding Pfizer's blue to the subject

It's already autumn

I can't handle the salmiakki they sell at the fair

Kick the last street lamps dark

Finish the roleplay you started

I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping

Without claws you can't get a hold

Delicate, insecure, lonely

The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us

Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws

Without claws you can't get a hold

Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws

Well, it will turn out for the better, they told us

But life wasn't quite like a piece of Kake Randelin3

But we can't just dig ourselves into a bunker to stay with our own thoughts

And imagine what I could be doing then

If everything was different

I can't adapt, it's weird, something's missing, my grip is slipping

Without claws you can't get a hold

Delicate, insecure, lonely

The only thing that unites is the feeling that there's no us

Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws

Without claws you can't get a hold

Claws claws, claws claws, claws claws

There's no us

1. 'poor knights' means French toast in Finnish2. Fazer's Blue is a Finnish chocolate3. Kake Randelin is a Finnish singer

• Artist:Pyhimys
• Album:Tapa poika