Nyt Reppu Jupiset, Riimisi Rupiset

Oh, I'm just a tired wanderer,
Can I come back home?
What’s left of me in this world,
Just some grim stories in my backpack.
Now I sit down, let my backpack sing,
Telling tales,
Stories of the past, oh, of pennies and dimes.

Now the backpack whines, your rhymes are worn out,
Or I’ll just cut your strings.
Now your awful stories whisper in my ear,
At home, I’m just spinning my wheels.
You can’t take a single word away,
Not even to make it pretty.

The grass doesn’t grow where I’ve walked,
It’s brought me so much sorrow.
I’ve held many girls in my arms,
Drank bear whiskey and coffee.
My mind drifts back to the past, I remember when I boasted,
There and back, I’d just lie there as an old man.

Now the backpack whines...

My backpack won’t tear me apart anymore,
To break the path for you.
Finally, I’m heading back to the home repair shop,
Finally, I’ll sing my song for you.
At the train yard, I swallow again and again,
Stuck in the same rusty gears,
I keep turning it back and forth.

Now the backpack whines...
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