Routa [English translation]

In a hollow wind, which was born in your mist

And that lives of your will,

I hear ugly sentences.

Everything is so ready and made beautiful to watch.

Just had to dare and take, what's offered.

I'm wondering, how can two tracks collide together in void.

After the hit it's raining beautifully and we tie sheaf out of ash.

Refrain

To my frost you paint colours I recognize it from.

Even to the smallest spots you make half a human.

Easier of the routes, that was more alluring,

that even let you out of evil,

but turned the bridges into flares only.

You shouldn't play with each and everyone,

some don't give an inch of fishline*

You may get a lot, but still not everything,

when like a dog you follow your rut.

Refrain

I was never afraid of the next morning, but the final night.

It's easier as a dust on the floor than as a statue under the hammer.

Trust it. Hold on to your faith in people, but someone will proselytize you too.

And I'm not the first one to lose their grip.

And I guess I won't be the last one either.

To my frost you paint colours I recognize it from.

Even to the smallest spots you make half a human.

You sing your white requiem to my wounds.

You know so precisely in which note I'll hide it.

• Artist:Apulanta
• Album:Kiila