Murheellisten Laulujen Maa
Eppu Normaali
Land of Sad Songs
Born without a sin
He happened
To this northern, cold land
Where ancestors, of course
Drunk as hell
Beat their wives and kids if they caught them
This boy wanted to avoid
The fate of a traditional man
I’ll never buy an axe
And I’ll never drink liquor
Otherwise, I’ll drink the house away
The snowdrift calls the family in winter
But he never wants to do it like his dad
But when he can’t find work through the agency
Fate’s hand pours him strong drinks
So Turmiolan Tommi comes back to life
And the lords’ ways catch the servant
Rushing towards the liquor store
Despair drives that man
When the frost takes the grain
From the cold earth, quietly
A cold eye stares
As the axe rises
From the mounds
Of the earth
Fathers proudly watch their sons
Unemployment, liquor, axe, and family
Snowdrift, police, and the final mistake
This is the land of thousands of sad songs
Where you can run to thousands of lakes
A juniper people, whose self-pity defines
Neither reason nor the top count
In which the trump cards of life drown in songs
And the gates of heaven stay shut
They tell of Einari’s despair.
