Из альбома: Voice of Wilderness
The waves of the lake splash
And pines hum
The frost of the north hurts,
Finnish grief it sings
Woods bleak and stony, unlit,
There my mind rests
There I will forget the pain,
Stars and moon us bless
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future
You were never broken down, banished into the night
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future
You will never be broken down
Not weather can frighten us
Not to shrivel us winters
Not the cruelty ofthe woods
Take our blood and life
Frothy rapids roar
And the hills high
Woods of pine and forests of birch
Over the wide rocks