Hassisen Kone
History 1980 - 82
Plastic roses in apple trees
Empty human shells over there
Smiling and sleeping in the swamp of advertisements
It's nice to be an advertisement in the yard
Lovely to respond to love with hate
If someone starts looking at me eye to eye
I get to look at the bare ground
Blind western roads
Decorating wreaths of thorn
CHORUS :
You are plastic roses in apple trees
Plastic sentences in children's mouths
Foreign genes in cells
Migraine in the crofters of the divine gardens
The brave warriors of Karelia have died
Flowed from the ears of wonderful dreams
br/>Evil bosses of ashtrays
Some have even been made into decorative knobs
A fog hovers over the great fields
Which doesn't smell of pitch but a western hum
Look at the old fire-red flower Ola
Coca-cola drips from her punctured eyes
CHORUS
Salo children, I only care
Because I feel your decay so heavy
There are only human shells lying on the streets
Look at the brave young people of Karelia
Is America heaven, is God there?
Is personality in the way of one's own success?
The countryside has fallen into tears
For God has moved into town
CHORUS

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