Lyrics

Ellu was the cashier of a bar
working in that cafe
in the backroom of which we used to live for a while

Since I couldn't get a job
together we stayed up for nights
I don't know what to do
I guess I must put the kids in the child welfare office

Is nothing enough in life
Can't the horrible pressure loosen its grip
We too tried to convince
That we'd buy an electric stove next to the fridge

Because Ellu always cried at work
She then got the payoff
And in the hallway of an ATM we were freezing at nights
I think she was pregnant again, too
I stole a coat for her from somewhere
I don't know what to do
The circumstances got me imprisoned

When Ellu was hit by the taxi
That, while turning left
Didn't show the turn signal even though he said so
It was a small-scale funeral
I would like one myself
I don't know what to do
I've already gone numb to the feeling of agony

Is nothing enough in life
Can't the horrible pressure loosen its grip
We too tried to convince
That we'd buy an electric stove next to the fridge

Is nothing enough in life
Can't the horrible pressure loosen its grip
How often you get battered
How quickly fade away
money and fame

Elina, what should I do

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