| Pikkupojat pitktukissaan
| Little boys in their long hair
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| Peilin eess soittaen kitaraa
| In front of the mirror, playing the guitar
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| Heill kaikilla haave on Viel mullakin bndi on Isot pojat nahkarotseissaan
| They all have a dream of still having a big boy in their leather races
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| Ihailevat nyteikkunaa
| Admire the current window
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| Se vapautta oikeeta on Jos sais alle De Soton
| That freedom is right if you get under De Soton
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| Heill on oikeus unelmiin
| They have a right to dreams
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| Heit ei saa jauhaa rattaisiin
| They must not be ground in a stroller
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| Eik katuja mittamaan
| Not the streets to measure
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| Heidt on luotu voittamaan
| Heidt was created to win
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| Jos lhdet eess on pitk tie
| If you leave in front there is a long way
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| Joka kotikaupungista pois vie
| Every hometown takes you away
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| Mutta se on enemmn
| But it is more
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| Paina kaasu pohjaan vaan
| Press the throttle all the way in
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| Ja all my loving
| And all my loving
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| Stereoissa lujaa soi
| The stereo sounds loud
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| All my loving
| All my loving
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| Aina soida voi
| You can always play
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| Pojat, pojat, antaa menn vaan
| Boys, boys, let it go
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| Me ei jty kaupunkiin
| We're not in town
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| Jonka kaduilla ei muuta valoa ny Kuin vilkut poliisiautojen
| The streets of which do not change the light ny Like flashing police cars
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| Pojat, pojat, t on elm
| Boys, boys, t is life
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| Jonka perss juostu on Kun palaamme vuosien pst
| Whose perss I run is When we return years of pst
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| Tuomme valon kaupunkiin
| We bring light to the city
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| Tyttmyyskortiston jonoihin,
| Queues in the population card file,
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| Tyhjiin, suurin sanoihin kyllstyin
| I got tired of empty words
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| Niihin m tll kyllstyin
| I got tired of them
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| Ja olen nhnyt monen ystvn
| And I have seen many friends
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| Tlt taivaaseen lhtevn
| From here to heaven
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| Se ei ole mun mrnp
| It's not my mrnp
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| Taivaas on katto joka lmmitt | The sky is the roof that heats |