Letra de Vanhaa Suolaa

To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again let every god have his day and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of glass, more broke than ever no more ti amo trying not to hate the guts we all have cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the boots rot away in one's feet so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen minne sattuu ihmiseen vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen