Текст и перевод песни Tuure Kilpeläinen - Lohtu

Lohtu

Jos lohtusi on jouluenkeleitä,
Kesäkuuksi jäänyt ikkunaan.
Maton alla mustia perkeleitä,
Jotka ovat käyneet nukkumaan.
Jos se on pysäkillä pakkassäässä,
Humalaisen pojan suudelma.
Jos lohtusi on yhden sentin päässä,
Hiljaa huohottava kuolema.

Niin sinä olet minun,
Sinä olet minun.
Ole sinä minun,
Lohtuni.

Lohtua on kettinki oven suussa,
Tyynyn alla pistooli piilossa.
Kaunis uni lehtilaatikossa,
Viimeinen tilkka pullossa.
Lohtua on unelma vapaudesta,
Horisontin viiva kaukana.
Se on tehdä kahle sormuksesta,
Tai rivitalon muotoinen vankila.

Ja sinä olet minun,
Sinä olet minun.
Ole sinä minun,
Lohtuni.

Vain sinä olet minun,
Sinä olet minun.
Ole sinä minun,
Lohtuni.

Consolation

If your consolation is Christmas angels,Left in the window for the summer months.Black devils under the carpet,Who have gone to sleep.If it is at the bus stop in freezing weather,The kiss of a drunken boy.If your consolation is one cent away,Death quietly panting.
Left in the window for the summer months.
Black devils under the carpet,Who have gone to sleep.If it is at the bus stop in freezing weather,The kiss of a drunken boy.If your consolation is one cent away,Death quietly panting.
Who have gone to sleep.
If it is at the bus stop in freezing weather,The kiss of a drunken boy.If your consolation is one cent away,Death quietly panting.
The kiss of a drunken boy.
If your consolation is one cent away,Death quietly panting.
Death quietly panting.

Then you are mine,You are mine.Be you mine,My consolation.
You are mine.
Be you mine,My consolation.
My consolation.

Consolation is a chain at the door,A pistol hidden under the pillow.A beautiful dream in the newspaper box,The last drop in the bottle.Consolation is the dream of freedom,The line of the horizon in the distance.It is to make a ring of chains,Or a terraced house-shaped prison.
A pistol hidden under the pillow.
A beautiful dream in the newspaper box,The last drop in the bottle.Consolation is the dream of freedom,The line of the horizon in the distance.It is to make a ring of chains,Or a terraced house-shaped prison.
The last drop in the bottle.
Consolation is the dream of freedom,The line of the horizon in the distance.It is to make a ring of chains,Or a terraced house-shaped prison.
The line of the horizon in the distance.
It is to make a ring of chains,Or a terraced house-shaped prison.
Or a terraced house-shaped prison.

And you are mine,You are mine.Be you mine,My consolation.
You are mine.
Be you mine,My consolation.
My consolation.

Only you are mine,You are mine.Be you mine,My consolation.
You are mine.
Be you mine,My consolation.
My consolation.