There's a letter on the table and a bottle of ink There's a sadness in my heart, many thoughts to think A letter to be written, things should be said
Who do you think you are? And tell me who do you take me for You're making rules up as we go Last call, I'm outta here My magic trick, I disappear Just
Here I am, I feel so cold In this dawn of sorrow Siberian winter occupies my soul I've made up my mind, everything's said I'm heading off tomorrow The
Translation: Pakarinen, Hanna. Free.
Translation: Pakarinen, Hanna. One Way Or The Other.
Translation: Pakarinen, Hanna. Leave Me Alone.
