Köyry inhabits a creaky old shack, (‘s)not the shacks fault though, call it a knack or a nose for unrest, an oak you can’t cloak. Once you smell smoke you wish you’d never spoke. Köyry is a bitter one, but nostalgically so, you might say. He’ll complain, but in a way that makes you feel cozy inside, so you get back to it. Enjoy Köyry cool (8-12°C), while listening Absoluuttinen Nollapiste – Eräät Tulevat Juosten. It might be worth translating, if you have a nose for that kind of thing.