Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pensseli, artist - Kolmas NainenDate of issue: 22.05.2014
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Pensseli(original) |
| Kastoin paskaan pensselin |
| Ja omaan nurkkaan kumpikin |
| Jumitti kun maalasin |
| Ruskealla parketin |
| Omaan nurkkaan kumpikin |
| Juuttui tuijottelemaan |
| Lattiaa ja toisiaan |
| Kuivuuko tuo milloinkaan |
| Kerran juhlat pidettiin, kiilsi lakka lattian |
| Oli väkeäkin niin, sen papin nimen unohdan |
| Juhlat pidettiin ja yhden valssin askeleet |
| Lattiaan on ihan niinkuin syöpyneet |
| Ei niitä aika pese pois |
| Vaan on kuin rivommin ne esiin tulleet ois |
| Siis pensselin etsin käsiini ja, ja maalasin |
| Maalasin |
| Maalasin |
| Tällä lattialla kai |
| Ei tanssita vaik' lauantai |
| Ois ja hietamiehet nuo |
| Odottavat katseet luo |
| Kun omaan nurkkaan kumpikin |
| Juuttui tuijottelemaan |
| Lattiaa ja toisiaan |
| Kuivuuko tuo milloinkaan |
| Kerran juhlat pidettiin |
| Oli väkeäkin niin |
| Juhlat pidettiin ja yhden valssin askeleet |
| Lattiaan on ihan niinkuin syöpyneet |
| Ei niitä aika pese pois |
| Siis pensselin etsin käsiini ja, ja maalasin |
| Maalasin |
| Maalasin … maalasin … maalasin … maalasin |
| Kastoin paskaan pensselin |
| Sanoisin sen paremmin |
| Jos mä suinkin osaisin |
| (translation) |
| I dipped my brush in the shit |
| And each to their own corner |
| Stuck when I was painting |
| Brown parquet |
| Each to their own corner |
| Stuck staring |
| The floor and each other |
| Will that ever dry up? |
| Once a party was held, the varnish shined on the floor |
| There were people like that, I forget the priest's name |
| The party was held and the steps of one waltz |
| The floor is just like it has been corroded |
| Time doesn't wash them away |
| But it's like they came out more obscenely |
| So I found a brush in my hands and, and I painted |
| I painted |
| I painted |
| On this floor, I guess |
| No dancing even on Saturday |
| Oh, and those sandmen |
| Expectant looks at you |
| When both in their own corner |
| Stuck staring |
| The floor and each other |
| Will that ever dry up? |
| Once a party was held |
| There were people like that |
| The party was held and the steps of one waltz |
| The floor is just like it has been corroded |
| Time doesn't wash them away |
| So I found a brush in my hands and, and I painted |
| I painted |
| I painted … I painted … I painted … I painted |
| I dipped my brush in the shit |
| I would say it better |
| If only I could |