Kesä Tulla Saa [English translation]

On the hillside there rests a tree

Pushed over by the winds of January

What will make it flourish again

Although ripped off by the roots

Spring cries the works of winter

Ice cold is the spirit of the wind

Spring cries the works of winter

The stream carries the bones to the shore

Spring cries the works of winter

Ice cold is the spirit of the wind

Spring cries the works of winter

The stream carries the bones to the shore

When the beast wakes up from his cave

Summer may come

With a warm sigh on her lips

Summer may come

Guarding his secret

Fearing it has been revealed

When beneath the foot gives in

The ground like a corpse of a drowned one

Spring cries the works of winter

Ice cold is the spirit of the wind

Spring cries the works of winter

The stream carries the bones to the shore

Spring cries the works of winter

Ice cold is the spirit of the wind

Spring cries the works of winter

The stream carries the bones to the shore

When the beast wakes up from his cave

Summer may come

With a warm sigh on her lips

Summer may come

When the beast wakes up from his cave

Summer may come

With a warm sigh on her lips

Summer may come

When the beast wakes up from his cave

Summer may come

With a warm sigh on her lips

Summer may come

When the beast wakes up from his cave

Summer may come

With a warm sigh on her lips

Summer may come