Louhen yhdeksäs poika [English translation]

My important mission,

To which I was born, grown up,

Can await the long years

Can last all the ages.

What name will I give,

Give to it, how will I name it?

What will I call the wretched one,

What will I call the disgusting one?

Nectar from six flowers,

From seven little blades of hay.

[Come] the ingredients of a power drink,

Like my grandfather used to have

It has the power, it has the talent,

The winner's mind and the will,

Power, talent, winner's mind

Louhi has nine children,

The old hag has lots of bastards.

Eight of them have proper names,

One of them not at all.

Consumption, Rickets, Plague, Ulcer,

Scab, Cancer, Colic, Gout,

Eight of them have proper names,

One of them not at all.

But Love the Warm One

Beautiful Love, my love,

I want you by my side,

I want to live as your man.

So screw the poor name,

The black poor's nickname.

Let your name be Hope, for instance,

For instance Hope, a new beginning.

Your name is Farewell...

Your name is Yesterday...

Your name is...