I close my eyes and picture
The livid Baltic sea
From the skerries of Helsinki
to the islands and the keys

I see the snow's a melting
and streams in spate, hey -
The marshlands and the townscape
With their forty shades of grey

But most of all I see the clouds
above the Helsinki town
And most of all the days are grey
And bleak as eiderdown

Again I feel the dirtiness
The wet mud, dust and clay -
Where the wind is cold and rain is hard
And there's forty shades of grey

Grey, grey, forty shades of grey

I wish that I could have a beer
At terrace of local bar
I'd love to have a party
if the weathers were not that harsh

To see again the sunshine
Through the night on Midsummer day -
I'd walk from home to shore to see
The forty shades of grey

But most of all I see the clouds
above the Helsinki town
And most of all the days are grey
And bleak as eiderdown

Again I feel the dirtiness
The wet mud, dust and clay -
Where the wind is cold and rain is hard
And there's forty shades of grey