Henkselipoika [English translation]

I'm watching at the working maids in the yard

i wonder who i'd like to know when we get old

But oh, how we'd grow old

that's a different story

With a blade of grass in my mouth

I'm watching at the working maids

one carries jugs full of milk,

who has stayed a night in her shed?

I fit my hat on my head,

feeling the needles of sunlight burning,

or is it the reddening of their cheeks,

which melts away all the grief i have in my heart

Stepping on carefully like going over flowers in a field

Through days, wandering nights

As i watch at my girl in the yard

Open the doors for her as a farmhand

Oh have you young maid

ever noticed this flashy boy in suspenders

The one always in the parties, couraging the spelmen:

"Let the music play through nights, through work let it play!"

I'm watching at the working maids in the yard

Especially that one with long, blond hair

Even if she has a smile like a beautiful summer night,

At days she knits the blackest socks

Dark clouds fill up the sky,

Rain wettens the yard in seconds

whoever shall open up the door into their shed

Shall walk on side by side through the times

Stepping on carefully like going over flowers in a field

Through days, wandering nights

As i watch at my girl at the yard

Open the doors for her as a farmhand

Oh have you young maid

ever noticed this flashy boy in suspenders

The one always in the parties, couraging the spelmen:

"Let the music play through nights, through work let it play!"