Helvetin Ooppeli
Ripsipiirakka
The Opera of Hell
After a thousand smoky driving meters
a man opens the hood of the Opel
Now a gray Opel stands on the road
it's October and rainy weather
The smell of battery acid stings the eyes
somewhere a spark, the Opel coughs
Dig out your phone and call a taxi
shove that damn Opel into the swamp
Passersby look in amazement
the Opel driver doesn't even notice them
he flicks the ignition key,
but the Opel just won't start
Sweat beads appear on his forehead
Who told him to buy an Opel?
Dig out your phone and call a taxi
shove that damn Opel into the swamp
The man grabs the spark plug wires with numb fingers
Just last week he bought a new engine
The car dealership praised it seriously,
but the Opel is crap through and through
"But what does the Opel driver himself say?"
"Exhaust fumes come into my nostrils,
oils drip into the roadside drain,
parts after parts,
I had it fixed at the dealership
Who said to buy an Opel already?
I'm stupid and guess if I'm sad?"
Dig out your phone and call a taxi
shove that damn Opel into the swamp
The man grabs the spark plug wires with numb fingers
Just last week he bought a new engine
The car dealership praised it seriously,
but the Opel is crap through and through
Crap through and through
