…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…The waves of the lake splash And pines hum The frost of the north hurts Finnish grief in signs Woods bleak and stony, unlit There my mind rests There I will forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land…

…I, I have sailed All alone So many times The seven seas of tears I can still hear the waves. Cold frigid wind On my sails Always takes me back To distant memories Home, the last farewell. Waves of time candour and…

…the inhalt. I write everything to the paper, and correct it all. The weather here restricts the life, after the years, it has come different, even in the coastal line. From here, people go to work to the islands, its a ferry trip to the archipelado islands, there is nice and quiet places, if you just want to see some privacy.…

…Lazy sunday low Comes to the town Maybe this is the way To breakaway, baby Missing in action Lost your satisfaction Fact or fiction Go to the wrong direction Maybe less is more Too much for love Revolution and remedy A mind without a melody Missing in action Lost your satisfaction Fact or fiction Go to the wrong direction…

…Oh, girl, we are the same We are young and lost and so afraid There's no cure for the pain No shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms In world so hollow It is…