A strange light, I wake up in the morning to poor light.
Darkness creeps stealthily away,
Morning arrives, mirrors the ghosts depart out.
Better than yesterday, this day dawning
Morning rises to the sky brightens,
and again the day off target alarm to give.
Virtual Wave news in the face
the whip to give
for a while there is time
to be sleepy.
Woe to you that life, too harnessed,
and echoes the cry of pain from the mouth of the Finnish maiden,
which has been hit by yesterday's memory.