Finnish Medley [English translation]

In the hills of the Karelia

Trees of the Karelia are already budding,

Birch forests are at last becoming bushy.

A cuckoo is already cuckooing there and it's spring,

My yearning to go there is bottomless.

I know your fells and lines of mountains,

Your smoke from the slash burned land and the sleeping nights,

And the thicket trees of your dark forests,

And your looming straits and mouth of the fjord.

Often there I determine my journeys

Through the woods and spruce forests,

I was standing bareheaded in the fells,

Where I saw the beautiful Karelia in front of me