Rhymes dance this Finnish

In the evening, I have often life-hungry,
sleep leaping onto the hair.
Fatigue generates its own poem,
it is sufficient to write the word
at a time. They are dancing 
in a row.

Burn inside of me came the words,
languishing yearning
hanging in the air rhymes.
I'll stick to them, the paper
I write a poem rose scent.
Or the nature of pain, harrowing tone.

My thoughts evade this
the world, I am citizen of the world.
Rhymes dance this Finnish.