Finnish Selection 1963:
Johnny Forsell
Lasse Mårtenson
"Kaikessa soi blues"

In everything, there's Blues

Sometimes I find joy, it takes me to my
Happiness land, towards the light
But the feeling of joy softens
A strange instinct says this:

In everything, there's blues
In the air, there's blues
When the autumn leaf reaches the ground
Even there, there's blues
And a free wave
When it meets the shore
In the surf, the last blues plays

In everything there's blues
In the wind there's blues
And the flight of a bird, a delicate flower
In them too there's blues
When spring arrives
And radiant days it brings
In them the blues echo

If happiness would grant us joy
The dark tone would bring in the blues
This is always how it is
When the night has come, coal-black
Silently plays again the longing blues
Its echo is endless

In everything, there's blues
There's blues in us too
We sense it with our souls:
In everything, there's blues
No permission is granted
It's the gust of wind
A dark chord is the fate of blues

If happiness would grant us joy
The dark tone would bring in the blues
This is always how it is
When the night has come, coal-black
Silently plays again the longing blues
Its echo is endless

In everything, there's blues
There's blues in us too
We sense it with our souls:
In everything, there's blues
No permission is granted
It's the gust of wind
A dark chord is the fate of blues

A dark chord is the fаte of blueѕ