Independence Day 6.12

Time passed over me, trampled on,
iron at rates linked to crushing.

I alone am, orphan
is a restless heart.
Inside, little by little on the sly
wither and Tuonetar
it is the coldest fogs
breathe down my neck.

Dreams of little by little
to pieces, broke
the sands of time crumbled.
Filled the soul of fear,
neighboring countries
Finlandisation
ivat blame.
Captain from behind the clouds,
curse of modernity.

The truth is that,
immersed in the soil
the motherland?
Mother, the daughter of independence
fosters caution in her bosom,
secretly wipes a tear.


Captain from behind the clouds,
does he
Independence Day parade?
Life day by day
I understand less and less.