Murheellisten laulujen maa [English translation]

He was born innocent,

Into this northern and cold land

Where even the ancestors

Drunk, of course

Would beat up their wives and children, if they caught them

The boy wanted to avoid the fate of a traditional man

"I'll never buy an axe

And I'll never drink spirits

Or I'll lose the house"

The snow welcomes the family in the winters

But he doesn't want to be like his father

But because the employment services won't him find a job

The fist of fate forces him to drink liquor

So, Tommi of family Turmiola is again revitalised

And he'll behave like a man

He'll gallop to the liquor store

It makes a man desperate

When frost harvests the grain

Silently, from the cold dirt

A cold eye stares

When the axe is raised

From amidst the hills

From the dirt of the earth

Fathers look at their sons proudly

Unemployment, booze, the axe and the family

Snow, the police and the last mistake

This is the land of mournful songs

That's lakes are open

For it's feral people, whose self-pity

Cannot be explained with logic or by some famous composer

In every song, the cards that win the game of life are lost

And the gates of Heaven remain closed

This is the story of the desperate