Lapin kesä [English translation]

In Lapland everything blooms fast

The land, the grass, the barleys, even the short grown trees (because of the shortness of the summer period)

I have often felt it, I'm feeling heavy

when I look at the history of our people

Why here everything beautiful seems to die out

And the great wither to a low-life

O why do we have so many mentally ill

Why so few players of the Finnish zither?

why men fall dead in here, all around

Just like hay being cut, a wish indeed

Men of ideologies, men of emotions, all decompose

Or in the middle of their vigor they get cut

In other countries the gray beards are alight with fire

In the old you can see the sun of their spirit or the holy ghost

Our babies are born as old men

And a young man is already ready to stroll into his grave

And me then, why do I think about these?

It is a sign of old age, prematurely

Why can't I follow inherited drives

But instead I sigh over the destinies of people

There is only one answer

When you think about it, your spirit descends

So short is the song of a bird, the fun

And the splendor of flowers, other joy

But long is the reign of winter

Only for a moment may the thoughts rest, as if in mid-air

When they again begin a sunny endevour

And leave behind the wintry land of Lapland

O white birds, the guests of Lapland's summer

You great ideologies, I hail thee

O, please stay here, make a nest

Even if you move to Southern lands

O please take a leaf out of the swans' book

They leave every autumn/fall, and returneth every spring

It is peaceful here on our shores

And safe is the slope of a fell/fjeld

Make a flapping sound like the falling of the leaves while you fly though the sky

Do great things, enlighten other countries

But when you know winter (he/she) has taken off

I pray thee, I beg, come back