Lampaan syöjät [English translation]

A ram doesn't have a clue when it turns its head,

Twists the back of the head towards the men

A hand rises, a striker clicks

A gunshot goes almost like by itself

A knife to the throat, the artery cut

The hind legs are lifted towards the sky

The ram to the trunk, direction to Kantala

At least time to have a kill smoke

The ram gets rid of its curly wool

Bloody hands lift the tasty meat,

Set it down to the bottom of the pit in wrappings

There begins a fairly boozy waiting