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Some notes: The names herein are generic Finnish names and not vital to understanding the lyrics. And I've once again done the translation, by listening this 7min long song over and over again with incomplete and sometimes wrong lyrics on my screen. So there. [b]Time to die[/b] (By: Ismo Alanko) Old pieces tack the past time New pieces tick like a bomb In life so many good fools suffer Like Pelkonen and Korhonen and that son of Rippiläinen Gods and booze and the phases of women mess up the head of everyone Does it eat you already, the happy wait of lonely moments Sweet longing dropped in the middle of hell Is there wood on coal, in here? Are you ready when it's time to die? Are you cold or warm when it's time to die? Everybody opens up the leaf a bit Peeks carefully at the world outside There are many good fools hanging around in life Like Rautola and Ahola and that daughter of Matara There's a lot of men women and children But what is happening to everyone's heads? Is the one hit in the blaze of sun the happy one? A treacherous pitfall on the last meters of his strange life Is there emptiness on emptiness, in here? Are you ready, when it's time to die? Are you warm or cold, when it's time to die? Am I ready, when it's time to die? Am I warm or cold, when it's time to die, away? Similar, different, suitably strange separate, sharp, never too happy different, similar, and not strange at all black and white and grey, and in addition just too happy Similar, similar, where are they hiding? Different, different, where they are? It could be that we'll all meet in the same place On the windswept rock, missing our papers Is there wood on coal, in here? Are you ready, when it's time to die Are you warm or cold, when it's time to die? (Stones for the three star vagabonds are like those of heroes' Won't get from those hitch hikers there Do I have money Will I get from them?)
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