Back in the days, when I was a little nugget I sat under a pine tree, my mind flew like a rocket I sang to myself, B.C. and Circa, Salo, Aki I don't know why, but let's go to the stars, for sure They explode as colors to the sky, when the wind blows That's why they pay attention to the stage, when they're on fire They give their all, when they're leaving If you have a couple of euros and an e-mail, who's going to reply? I've been scratching, like a prince in a castle In a slurry, in Jyväskylä My soul is resting, in my mind and body, like a worm The rap is rising, until, until, until it falls When I was born, they said, a young drunkard has arrived Now they say, look, a cat from Uollevi has arrived A little old artist, a little narcissist To the arts, to change the scarf I digged a grave for the artists, in Lapland The islands of Soda, I made the whole boat I put ice on the stage, the magazine read the wrong name The whole summer, I swam in shorts, again like a rock You can catch the day, with a walk A significant little storm, above the clouds There, the tracks, again push me out I still haven't been able to get out A hundred feet away, a walking archetype I don't know where to go, so I'll stay at the parking lot Maybe it's too early for show business If you're wondering, why I'm on the floor again I've been scratching, like Indiana Jones Hold the sandbox, my fire can't go there There's a sword-lion on the sticks I micro-dance, the world is in pain, for a minute Then I scratch my ears, and head back to the bushes I dress up and talk, I hate the emptiness Through the routines, to the changed hoops A momentary boy, marketing was a door But remember, I drop on Google, then I go to the theater door Look at the horizon, when you're free The dressed men hide behind the counter In time, where there's already a diagnosis for everyone I take a breath, do the analysis as a flight I look outside, when the trains leave around Finland The trains, one hour late Daddy, take care