Kotikonnut [English translation]

New leaves on trees were left back home,

It was easy to count the day of sowing by them

Then above the house in the smoke the early leaves,

Under which once was a (slash-and-)burned field

My step rose without worries,

And memory didn't even know them by the footprint

Regardless in the happy wheel of the moment mind wanted to know:

Is my home here now?

There's gold on the roof, familiar since childhood

It is burning to us

There it sits the nights, that whose sorrows are ceased

And in whose lap you swing all spring

I think I'll run through the meadows like the hay covered loved one

Still you sway next to me for a time

Further away I hear, there you echo the wind

slowly raising your head

The nights don't dance if in june the last winter's ice is still laid

Vihta shafts from the village's road brought a scent

that not every boy makes

Then joy sat on the boards (in sauna)

smoke came that through the culms traveled the home yard

My step rose, I keep then in my memories even though

sometimes the feeling is twindling

Grey thoughts may stalk them, but they won't be forgotten

even though I go on

All ground is golden, familiar since childhood

It is burning to us

There it sits the nights, that whose sorrows are ceased

And in whose lap you swing all spring

I think I'll run through the meadows like the hay covered loved one

Still you sway next to me for a time

It glides into the air, wings quietly as in the blue dash on my leaves

It cuts the grains, its beautiful is once dimly visible,

until everything that may come is to disappear

There it sits the nights, that whose sorrows are ceased

And in whose lap you swing all spring

I think I'll run through the meadows like the hay covered loved one

Still you sway next to me for a time

Further away I hear, there you echo the wind

slowly raising your head

The nights don't dance if in june the last winter's ice is still laid