Eppu Normaali — Pari Kaunista Riviä song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pari Kaunista Riviä" by Eppu Normaali.
Lyrics
Maalasin kuvan naisesta,
Jotta voisin unelmaani katsella iltaisin
Hnet kauniiksi loin
Kirjoitin runon naisesta,
Jotta runonpolkua luoksensa lytisin
Sit iltaisin talloin
Nainen taulusta katsoi
Kuinka vavisten
Silloin
Kuvaa katsoen,
Runoa suutelin illoin
Suutelin illoin
Runoa, silloin
Tlle maalasin vartalon
Ja kiihoutuin kovin
Naistani palvoin
Suljetuin ovin
Ja unohdin hnen olleen vain kuvitelmaa
Vain yrityksen todeksi luoda unelmaa
Totta vain riimeiss runon,
Pinnalla taulun,
Pari kaunista rivi,
Karmean laulun
Saavuttuani jo hulluuden pihaan,
Kuulin jrjen rippeiden huutavan
Periksi annoin
Naisen kasvot vntyivt vihaan
Hnt katsoin viel hetken muutaman
Sitten nuotioon kannoin
Silloin jrkeni lhti lomalle Gruusiaan
Elm soitteli bluesiaan
Lomalle Gruusiaan
Elm soitteli bluesiaan
Sitten silmni ratkoin,
Ja sormeni katkaisin
Ja itseni ammuin
Ja ongelman ratkaisin
Ja unohdinkin hnen olleen vain kuvitelmaa
Vain yrityksen todeksi luoda unelmaa
Totta vain riimeiss runon,
Pinnalla taulun,
Pari kaunista rivi
Karmean laulun
Lyrics translation
I painted a picture of a woman.,
So that I could dream of watching in the evenings
Hnet beautiful I created
I wrote a poem about a woman.,
In order to create lytis
Stompin ' in the evenings
The woman looked at the painting
How I tremble
Then
Looking at the picture,
I kissed the poem in the evening
I kissed her and kissed her.
Poetry, then
Tille painted the body
And I got very excited
My lady worshipped
Closed doors
And I forgot HNE was just fiction
Just for the company to create a dream
True only rhymed poem,
On the surface of the board,
A couple of beautiful lines,
Terrible song
By the time I've reached the courtyard of madness,
I heard what was left of jrje screaming.
I gave up
A woman's face vntyivt hate
Hnt watched a few more moments
Then I carried it to the fire.
Then jrkeni went on holiday to Grusia
Elm was playing his Blues.
Vacation To Grusia
Elm was playing his Blues.
Then I fixed my eyes,
And I broke my finger.
And I shot myself
And problem solver
And I forgot HNE was just fiction
Just for the company to create a dream
True only rhymed poem,
On the surface of the board,
A couple of beautiful lines
Terrible song