Turku
Your seagulls ask about the joy of this weekend
And the stalls in Kauppatori stood shocked, witnesses of the murder of peace
Aura asks about the drunk nights that share the stories with waves
I am like cut pines, dumped and don't know what's going on.
Turku The main square, the home of flowers, doesn't recognize the scent of blood
As people faded into what the police said.
The clock on the wall, beats into souls; loneliness is the master of situation
Turku
The last choice when the relief boats left a sunk ship
Turku is love, in time of hatred
The home that didn't lose ceiling;
of peace under the dense world bombing
Turku I am like you watching myself in the world wide news..
I see my features in the mirror of conflict
I stare into eyes of a malignant man, laughs like abyss, like fate of fools
I see the rampage against the old woman,
Who she leans;
On her wish of more sunny days, before the autumn of age
And
On picking up seeds for the forthcoming season
But, death was around, seems like people
Roams in the square
And who is over there,
except the birds of freedom