Routainen Maa
Heikki Mustonen
Frozen Ground
Turned twelve years old
Dad burnt the wooden toy-train
It was cremated in the saunas furnace
No time for tears
Dad said: Suck it up like a man
And although the roots don't reach bottom
They get attached to this frozen ground
And no one else controls me
I myself hit my head on the gray stone
Brother got back from the army
Bringing corporal remains back with him
Fence too low
Didn't get the cross from NCO-training
Dad showed his
Mom doesn't always manage
Sometimes stays silent for weeks
The doctors only say
She does it on purpose
Aunt walked her to the hospital
And although the roots don't reach bottom
They get attached to this frozen ground
And no one else controls me
I myself hit my head on the gray stone
And although the roots don't reach bottom
And although the roots don't reach bottom
They get attached to this frozen ground
And no one else controls me
I myself hit my head on the gray stone
And although the roots don't reach bottom
They get attached to this frozen ground
And no one else controls me
I myself hit my head on the gray stone
