Murheellisten laulujen maa [English translation]

He was born innocent

So it happened

To this northern, cold country

Where even his forefathers

Drunk, of course

Beat their wives, kids, if they managed to catch them

The traditional fate of a man

That boy wanted to avoid

I will never buy an axe

And never drink booze

Otherwise I'll drink the house

The snow calls to the family in the winter

But he never wants to do like daddy did

But when there's no job to be found

The hand of fate is making him drink

And so Turmiolan tommi comes to life once again

And the manners of lords rub off on the peasant

Full gallop towards the liquor store

It drives a man to despair

When the frost claims the crops

From the cold earth, quietly

A cold eye stares

As the axe rises

From amidst the hills

From inside the earth

Fathers look upon their sons with pride

Unemployment, booze, axe and family

Snow, police and the last mistake

This land of thousands of mournful songs

Which flows into thousands of lakes

A tenacious people, the amount of whose self-pity

Is not measured with sense or determined by Kärki

In whose songs trump cards are lost

And the gates of heaven remain shut

They tell of Einari Epätoivo (~Danny Despair)

• Artist:Eppu Normaali
• Album:Tie vie