Herra On Mun Moottori

(This is Jukka-boy,
Bommi-Tommi, Nopsajalka, Sandra,
and my Captain, the northern crew.
There was a church, holy or mosque,
but people talk about them... Yeah...
Yeah, yeah)

(Chorus:)
Sir is my engine,
yeah, and the holy spirit is its propeller.
Just like that I sing,
love is my gasoline.
From heart to heart it flows.

Once again:
Sir is my engine,
yeah, and the holy spirit is its propeller.
Just like that I sing,
love is my gasoline,
from heart to heart it flows.

I have a very strong feeling,
of what drives me.
There's no room in this head
for another leader.
When honest wild love,
without limits, is the bedrock,
on which I build my home.

I taste milk and honey from the land,
the taste of strawberries is so mouth-watering.
My Sandra's love is like melting lava,
my Lord's spirit blesses me this way.
Only the ungrateful curse and blaspheme it,
you can't buy happiness no matter how much you earn.
In the father's hand, there's only a grain of sand,
and it lands wherever the wind blows.

(Chorus)

It's common sense
to maintain relationships.
Don't accept
the Father's reprimands.
The powers of heaven and earth,
challenge their strength,
if you dare.
You can't understand the incomprehensible,
or see the invisible hand.
But through your actions, you can shake it,
my happiness is to be close to the Creator;
For the secret of life is only with him,
if you live gently, he is gentle to you.
But if you run away, he keeps you moving,
and the chase doesn't stop even in retirement.

(Chorus)

(Like this)

I have a very strong feeling,
of what drives me.
There's no room in this head
for another leader.
When honest wild love,
without limits.
The bedrock, on which I build my home.
Now respect to him.