Tytöille [English translation]

Not that long ago

We were standing proudly holding hands

Graduation caps adorning our heads

We swore to keep in touch daily

That everything would stay the same

But somehow we forgot that

But if you'd ask, I would tell you

That I wouldn't change our bad alibis

The smell of Gin Lemon

Endless nights, ragged laughter

Wrong boys, bruises

From Provinssi (festival) to Paris

And how is it possible to yearn

For your own youth

When you're still so small

I don't have to mention any names

Because this is for my girls

Tomorrow's women

Song for us

This bond would not exist

Without some cracks

Speaking acquaintances are for that

A flock of stubborn, foolish

Loud (people)

But first impressions are not correct

That's something we know too

And how is it possible to yearn

For your own youth

When you're still so small

I don't have to mention any names

Because this is for my girls

Tomorrow's women

Round of drinks for you

Will you call me

When you turn thirty

Will you invite me to your wedding

To sing the wedding march

For free

Will you call me

When you turn forty

To tell me

How the asshole

Hurt you

Will you call me

Will I answer you

Rocking chairs are not

Built

For two

And how is it possible to yearn

For your own youth

When you're still so small

I don't have to mention any names

Because this is for my girls

Tomorrow's women

Song for us

• Artist:Ellinoora
• Album:Villi lapsi