(Yrjölä)
I don't remember the first time at all, I admit it
I was in a daze and Krista tsiigas crooked
Maybe at a party somewhere, in the dark
Everything was still in front of me and my head was ringing
Beatles For Sale...
I feel the beat of the beat
I will never live without it
I feel the beat of the beat
I look un-Finnish
And I know:
it took my heart
It always happened that way
even if I intended otherwise
I was in a daze and Pia tsiigas crooked
Already at that time
but it took me to other spheres
the snare drum hit and a voice that rose to a falsetto
chorus
It doesn't seem like the years have changed anything
I'm in trouble again and Nina Tsiiga is crooked
I still remember one of us going out
and everything smelled of Norwegian tree..
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