Samuli Putro - Olet Puolisoni Nyt

You Are My Spouse now

No prairies, no fields, no mountaintops

There's a city and in it two senior citizens

The other wakes to a repeating nightmare and gets out of bed

The wolves aren't howling and the water's not ice cold

The spouses body covered by two quilts

The other one was a present, it's edge fraying

The gaze freezes, the time not

The tears begin to flow just downstairs

The silence is so perfectly silent

That a whisper is a shout

I wouldn't trade a second

Not the youth, not the mad growing pains

Not the ice that broke, not the church bells 

You were my spouse then, you are my spouse now

The wall is wallpapered and the floor is wood

Photographs of the dog and the grandchildren

The upstairs is coughing, a step is missed

The film stops

I call this the love of two people

I call this life even though

I haven't performed perfectly either

The tears begin to flow just downstairs

The silence is so perfectly silent

That a whisper is a shout

I wouldn't trade a second

Not the youth, not the mad growing pains

Not the ice that broke, not the church bells 

You were my spouse then, you are my spouse now

The potent spring blossoms

And the morning wears an iron suit

When the shed is made of soapstone

There I am young like the lawns

You sit in the corner table of the room

The music is rhythmic

I ask if I can have a dance, you nod

You nod

The tears begin to flow just downstairs

The silence is so perfectly silent

That a whisper is a shout

I wouldn't trade a second

Not the youth, not the mad growing pains

Not the ice that broke, not the church bells 

You were my spouse then, you are my spouse now