Viilee - @junkmail, Junkmail

M olin 12-v.

Kun vanhempien ero tapahtui,

Faija lhti, niiden suhde vaan lakastui.

Mutsi jI asuntoo yksin, meit oli kolme lasta,

M olin vanhimmast pst, mutta 12 vasta.

Broidi oli nuori eik tajunnut mitn,

Kasvoi ilman is, mut se ei haitannut yhtn.

Sisko oli hiljaa, faija oli sille rakas,

Ei sanonut mitn, mutta se halus sen takas.

Kerto

Viilee s oot viilee, et haluu olla aikuinen

Viilee s oot viilee, mutta sislt lmpinen.

Vanhemmat veti maton jalkojen alta,

En pysty suhtautuun, se tuntuu niin pahalta,

Todellisuus iski naamaan kuin tiilisein,

Se nky mulla ystvyyssuhteina pttynein,

Must tuli hiljainen, sisnpin kntynyt,

Ahdisti pitkn, mut nut se on pttynyt,

Tajusin viimein, et t juttuei oo musta kii,

Vaikka vanhemmat asuu erossa, ne ei oo vliinpitmttmii.

Kerto

Mutsi haukkuu faijaa edesvastuuttomaks,

Se ei auta oloo, m oon sen esikoislapsi.

Ois asiaa tehd perheen kanssa jotai kivaa,

Mut mutsi ei anna en faijalle tilaa,

M olin tottunut elmn, meil ei ollut vkivaltaa,

Mut uus tilanne tuntu aika pelottavalta,

Oisin toivonut et ne ois kelannut vhn,

Et m muistan niiden riidat lpi elmn.

Kerto

Mutsin luona ky miehii iha tarpeeks,

Mut niist ei oo mihink, ei ees koristeeks,

Helvetisti paineita ja tystressii,

Eltt meit kolmee, tuo duunit himaa messii,

Kuitenki m diggaan meijn arkipiv,

M jeesaan mutsii, teen ylimrst,

Broidinkin m yritn pit kurissa,

Viett paljon aikaa mun perheen parissa.

Kerto

I was 12 years old.

When the parents separated,

Faija left, their relationship just weakened.

Mutsi jI lives alone, we had three children,

M was the oldest pst, but only 12.

Broidi was young and didn't realize how

Grew up without a father, but it didn't hurt at all.

The sister was silent, the faija was dear to her,

Didn't say how much, but the desire behind it.

Tell me

It's cool, you're cool, you don't want to be an adult

Cool i.e. cool, but warm inside.

The parents pulled the rug from under their feet,

I can't relate, it feels so bad

Reality hit me in the face like a brick,

That's what happened to me as friendships,

The black fire was silent, inwardly bowed,

Troubled me for a long time, but now it's over,

I finally realized that it wasn't a black thing,

Although the parents live apart, they are not oo vliinpitmttmii.

Tell me

Mutsi barks at the faija as irresponsible,

It doesn't help, I'm its firstborn.

Oh, do something nice with the family,

But I don't give the faija space,

I was used to life, we had no violence,

But the new situation seemed quite scary,

I wish you hadn't reeled them in,

I don't remember their quarrels.

Tell me

At Mutsi's this man is enough,

But they are nothing, not just for decoration,

Damn pressure and stress,

If it's the three of us, that dunu is a mess,

However, in my everyday life,

M Jesus mutters, I'll make the lord,

Broid's company is also in the long run,

You spend a lot of time with my family.

Tell me