Hearrá Mafia

Mun ledjen vajálduhttán
Dan maid gulaimet skuvllas
Ahte dain geat dorrot
Lea heajos iešdovdu
Don anát iežat tøffan
Go vikkat mu baldit
Iežat mafiaságaiguin
 
Mun in fuola gul du áddjás nihttagiid
Man galle jagi leat gearggus mu ovddas čohkkát
Don livččet galgan gullat iežat eará olbmo beljiin
Manne galggan dárbbašit du fallehemiid njiellat
Hearrá Mafia, it go fargga geargga?
Mun livččen háliidan vuolgit ruoktot nohkkat
Áidna masa du sánit leat ávkkálaččat
Lea lávlagiid duddjomii
Ja lávlun lea munnje liigeruhta
Ja dainna lean velggolaš dutnje
 
Don meidnet ahte jus don beare
Loktet iežat suorpma
De olles mafia bargá
Maid don siđat
It go de lokte suorpmat
Bivdit veahki
Oahppat heaitit nihttimis
 
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Ja lávlun lea munnje liigeruhta
Ja dainna lean velggolaš dutnje, giitevaš dutnje
Velggolaš dutnje, Hearrá Mafia
 
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Mr. Mafioso, translated by Julie Whitehorn and Ville Söderbaum

I had forgotten
What we learned in school
That those who fight
Have poor self-esteem
You think you are tough
When you try to scare me
With your mafia words
 
I don’t want to hear your tedious threats
Or how many years you are willing to sit for me
You should hear yourself in the ears of someone else
Must I stand here and swallow your vitriol?
Mr. Mafioso, could you stop soon?
I want to go home and sleep
All your words are good for
Is making songs
And singing is extra money for me
And therefore I am in your debt
 
You say that if you just
Lift your finger
The mafia will
Do as you wish
How about you lift your finger
And ask for help
In learning how to stop your abuse?
I don’t want to hear your tedious threats
Or how many years you are willing to sit for me
You should hear yourself in the ears of someone else
Must I stand here and swallow your vitriol?
Mr. Mafioso, could you stop soon?
I want to go home and sleep
All your words are good for
Is making songs
As singing is extra money for me
I am in your debt
​I am grateful to you
I am in your debt, Mr. Mafioso