"Hey, little kid, you know, even if it's hard sometimes,
life kicks you in the head, there are losses and setbacks,
you shouldn't give up, you shouldn't give up.
You know, it's my old friend, Jake. .."
Tuttu tells a story about Jake, his old classmate
They played in the same band in the club in middle school
That bastard was beating the drums, Jake was strumming the guitar
And he was pretty sure it wouldn't happen again stara
Jake is sharp at school, sharp and sharp more
When he wanted to enter Sibelius High School in the fall
But his father told the boy to stop thinking
Jake didn't listen, a fight and sniffing ensued
It's okay to always drink a bottle but in lust
And after a while Jake came to school with a black eye
His profession is a bricklayer, but on sick pension
The boy will become a Dunaar, there's no need to imagine others
Jake wants to go to Stadi high school , making a living from the guitar
And the whole family didn't have a single high school student
Jake just shouted to his faija: "But there will still be a star!"
Faija hit harder and Jake went mad
He's gone without saying a word
He's just closed the door
But Jake knows what he's doing, doing, doing...
...and gone about his business
You can get what you want, if you want it enough
It's what you order and it's found by those who look
He's gone without saying a word
He's just closed the door...
But Jake knows what he's doing, doing, doing. ..
from the kontula
Trained harder, gripped the guitar even tighter
And because a penny didn't drop to support the lust
Jake made an evening duno in Alep with a cash register
Put a new band together, made a song, saved money
You couldn't get a kasiraitur and other music stuff
Dusas demoed and sent them to the labels
Dozens before one of them warmed to the songs
And the day Jake got the big deal
Hasn't been part of the three for a year, nothing from faija
Now you were a jerk, tracks were playing on the radio
And a video for MTV, in heavy rotation
After the live gala on TV,
If Jake was awarded as the newcomer of the year
A text message arrives, two words: "Good luck, son"
And that same night the faija sleeps away, yo.
He's gone without saying a word
He's just closed the door
But Jake knows what he's doing, doing, doing...
...and gone about his business
You can get what you want, if you want it enough
You can order what you want and whoever finds it
He's gone without saying a word
He's just closed the door...
But Jake knows what he's doing, doing, doing...
...and gone his way
You can have what you want, if you want it enough
You can have it as much as you want and whoever finds it
He's gone...