Helsinki-Vantaa airport.
Evening turns to night. Lights go out from a tax fee shop.
The floor is silent from the restless feet.
Only the calm echo of a deep language reaches the walls.
I can hear peace on the sound of a deep voice. I can feel the sadness.
They carry the beauty of the world relax. They are dressed in Finnish fashion that speaks of no money, but out of love. Where did the name Marimekko come from?
A café down the hall smiles at the empty hall. It is a gesture of a polite friendship.
Shelves covered with the beauty of food. No one can say rye bread and Fazer packed is profit.
Windows reflect the quiet waiting to the world outside.
The cold February has been painted over by fast tires landing and taking off to the world.
Where is the restlessness of the world around? Where is the joy of the passion from the South?
It is buried in the tire marks on the snow. It is in peace on the green leaves of a midnight sun.
There lies the Finnish mentality.
Evening turns to night. Lights go out from a tax fee shop.
The floor is silent from the restless feet.
Only the calm echo of a deep language reaches the walls.
I can hear peace on the sound of a deep voice. I can feel the sadness.
They carry the beauty of the world relax. They are dressed in Finnish fashion that speaks of no money, but out of love. Where did the name Marimekko come from?
A café down the hall smiles at the empty hall. It is a gesture of a polite friendship.
Shelves covered with the beauty of food. No one can say rye bread and Fazer packed is profit.
Windows reflect the quiet waiting to the world outside.
The cold February has been painted over by fast tires landing and taking off to the world.
Where is the restlessness of the world around? Where is the joy of the passion from the South?
It is buried in the tire marks on the snow. It is in peace on the green leaves of a midnight sun.
There lies the Finnish mentality.
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