A super moon rises in the sky
It bewitches us
Our destiny comes
Draws the closest ones to the campfire
Or rather the least ones
Let's go this jacket
Kanttor's sealskin jacket
It must have been born wearing it
On the ice of some shit pool
And it pumps the accordion
Fingers are galloping on the keys
That mind is not available
Run to anything else
But how can you get a ghetto stick again?
And it plays Humu-Peka
More beautiful than anyone else
It could have been a hellish star
But it slipped
And now there is only one of us
Of the Lord's little devils
Of those who draw the shortest stick
A super moon hangs in the sky
We have a campfire circle in the forest
The pains rush towards the stars
Wolves gather under it
Fire flickers and licks the wood
We hear stories, screams, nothing else
I stare at the little ones
Pena makes angels in a nettle bush
I take a huika to that pain
Which is born when it's no longer necessary
When it's stuck on the side of the road
I think of Pirtu-Ville
It made cars for people
But my duni went to a robot
And now with Midsummer's Day
Wilde sleeps in a dösäpysack
When someone lubricated it with gasoline
Finished it with sytkäri
I saw a punch ¤ let
Society saves
We are a mistake in the file
A porn magazine in the library
But we exist
Because no luck at all
Oh my god the moon
Check how big it is
A super moon hangs in the sky
We have a campfire circle in the forest
Aches towards the stars ¤ kiirii
Wolves gather under it
Fire flickers and licks the wood
We hear stories, screams, nothing else
A super moon plows from the sky
Rami rushes to love< br/>He sinks to his knees
Proposes to Little Tiina
Who sucks stick wine
She has the guts of a cave woman
And to my speech Reinikainen
Mylvii Ram to be quiet
When the groom comes to be quiet
The cantor plays the accordion
Few sing
Most of them go around us
They deny us
Because they like us
A cactus for a bridal bouquet
Shards of glass for a Christmas ball
Even if anyone can falter
Paradise can reject you
We are in the forest campfire circle
No worries here
Ugliness turns into beauty
Maybe tomorrow luck will turn around
A super moon hangs in the sky
We have campfire circle in the forest
The pains are rushing towards the stars
Wolves gather under it
The fire is blowing and licking the wood
We hear stories, screams, nothing else
A super moon hangs in the sky
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