Samuli Putro - Nukkaa Pietarin (English Translation) lyrics

The train is fifteen minutes late. The rugged silence of the station
The simple moon and the kiosks. Longing in Finland is like this
I woke up before the clock, and really got up like I had been shot
The train is a long novel, with a barren summary

Your room is blue, I lead you to the bed
And we get to know each other thoroughly
A job the length of the sheet, the polarity of our bodies
Has slid towards a dream since, there's fuzz of Saint Petersburg in your hair

Were you real before me? How could that be possible?
On the street a boot company walks with bare foreheads
From the bottom of a worn rucksack you hand me a belt and rubles
"Long live customs," I state blankly

Your room is blue, I lead you to the bed
And we get to know each other thoroughly
A job the length of the sheet, the polarity of our bodies
Has slid towards a dream since, there's fuzz of Saint Petersburg in your hair

We wake into the same tomorrow, you're gone and it scorches me
We wake into the same thunder. That is now, the water drums on the roof and bends the trees

The train is fifteen minutes late, the station clock signs it
The simple moon and the kiosks, we are at the starting block...