West of Joensuu, north of Kuopio
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
Endless bana, I'll never get to the end
The boy is far away from the heat, they say don't try to slow down already
Have you already finished your first pint, I guess I can't do it these years ago
Finland, dear, you can drive, you still have to do the wheelbarrow
I'm running away from the darkness, fines for speeding
Samal changes places, I suffer from speed blindness
Travel stories, empty depots
Morning vibes, lost is the boy of the stadium
West of Joensuu, north of Kuopio
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
The eternal May Day in the backseat continues
I want something fairy-tale
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
Train, ship, plane, I'm waiting here at the stop
Always Bruna at night, I asked for directions
I can't see anything ahead, the road resembles an owl's eye
It's hot here, luckily we have a heater in Flinda
Shit smells like banjos are playing, someone is moaning in the toilet
The engine is warming up, here comes the new PMMP
Travel stories, empty depots
Morning vibes, lost is the boy of the stadium
West of Joensuu, north of Kuopio
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
The eternal May Day in the backseat continues
I want something fairy-tale
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
West of Joensuu, north of Kuopio
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin
The eternal May Day in the backseat continues
I want something fairy-tale
No more work, I'm pushing wood into the oven
I'm going deeper into the skutsin