Hassisen Kone
History 1980 - 82
Kulkurin Iltakalja
You can run for your life, you can trot from place to place
Still you are tied to matter and time
You can land on a plush sofa or a handsome man ¤
Not even a salmon can be caught with a perch
No kind of harness adorns my breasts
My only shackle is you, the Tramp's evening meal
I spin, I walk and I rejoice , I'm afraid, I laugh and I cry
I know the smallness of my knowledge, that's why I offer my heart
I know the pain and love, the sickness that leaves the soul
Only I can't get rid of you, I need comfort
No kind of harness adorns my breasts
My only chain is you, Tramp's evening meal

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