Kylästä keväinen kehto [English translation]

My grey hair shifted,

Moved in the wind

I waited for the underworld's cattle

Next to a summery grove

The greyness of the morning

Woke up the proper man

A merry blanket on a lap

Beside a springlike cradle

My blood is cold nectar,

I'm freezing without red cheeks

I was born, I was startled,

I pulled the veil of madness over myself

The time of my life passes,

Mouths are saying empty words

Cattle die all over the place,

On the riverbed of a misty island

Time will die very soon,

But the summery grove remains

A bird flew away from death's jaws,

A springlike cradle from the village

My blood is cold nectar,

I'm freezing without red cheeks

I was born, I was startled,

I pulled the veil of madness over myself

Might rose under the grass,

A gnome rose from the ground

From inside the earth,

From the home of the dead

I step on the grass,

I walk over the grass blades

Under the rock, the day,

To the bed of the dead

A throat rose from the grass,

Emerged from the ground

From underneath my toes,

From the depths of the earth

Strange skill in the elbow,

Odd luck on my forehead

I look under the grass

From the bloody spirit path

My blood is cold nectar,

I'm freezing without red cheeks

I was born, I was startled,

I pulled the veil of madness over myself

Might rose under the grass,

A gnome rose from the ground

From inside the earth,

From the home of the dead