Ah, Ahtaita aikoja [English translation]

Stars over the sea at first handshake enchanting locks beautiful all over

Stars over the sea will disappear for sure, the shoreline from the viewer

You cannot have them for your own, cannot have them for your own

It is easy to stay under the decaying dinghy and wait for

Oh, tight times

the masts touch the ground, the keel reaches for the skies

Oh, tight times

And on the waters I row the nighttime oars

and I rock the reeds of twilight

Still you cannot stay for the morning, for ever to be

Like the hems of destiny have been sewn up from the tatters of others' sails

Like the hems of destiny have been reefed up and readied for the headwinds of the brave

...You cannot have them for your own, not that you would want them...

It is easy to stay under the decaying dinghy and wait for

Oh, tight times

the masts touch the ground, the keel reaches for the skies

Oh, tight times

Oh, tight times

Oh, tight times