Kuvajaenen [English translation]

To the morning light he/she/it rises

The bedroom is quiet, without sound at all

He/she/it carefully creaks open the door to the livingroom *

And sneaks in like a thief

A black cloth is covering the table

Spirits can be smelled from the cups

Sweetbreads have been eaten

Sienapölli's** has been kicked to the corners.

People have been standing

Next to the deceased

Heads have been bowed

People have been singing

Next to the deceased

Sorrow has broken (them)

Inside the cabin, through a frosty window he/she/it looks

There is familiar folks outside

With pain on their faces

Mourners are ready, next to a sleight

Waiting for something that the men are carrying from the storehouse

A bodyboard is lifted on their shoulders

A corpse is laid on the board

A cold body is laid into the coffin

Sorrow is weighting down on hearts and shoulders

He/she/it has been deceased

Carried away with his/hers/its feet up front

A pure white cloth

Has been tied to the sleight

A painted karsikkolauta***

Has been nailed to the side of the storehouse

From the cabin he/she/it rushes outside

Makes a way through the crowd

Bare feets plow through the snow

Coldness is troubling inside the soull

He/she/it is beating the wooden coffin with his/hers/it's fists

Want's to open the cover of the coffin

Mind breaks and the heart pounds

He/she/it is staring at a reflection inside the coffin