Crow, black herald of death
Glides to north
The sharp eyes look down
To the frozen earth
A little child travels to a rivershore alone
Soon to him/her the crow will sing
It's death's song
The mortals on (top of) the earth, hear the message of the crow
Everyone will sink into eternal sleep on their time
So celebrate and enjoy the toasts "through Pohjanmaa"1
You don't know when the razor of a black scyhte will swing
To a black prince
The netherworld's bird flies
Nowhere you can find such a
Good host
Time of the rest is over
The underworld's works are waiting
In a humble mood the crow is singing
It's death's song
The mortals on the earth, hear the message of the crow
Everyone will sink into eternal sleep on their time
So celebrate and enjoy the toasts "through Pohjanmaa"
You don't know when the razor of a black scyhte will swing
1. "Pohjanmaan kautta", or "Through Pohjanmaa" is a phrase, usually said when drinking alcohol. Pohjanmaa is an area in Finland.