Murheellisten laulujen maa [English translation]

To be born innocent

Happened to him

In this country north and cold

Where even ancestors

Fully drunk, what else

They beat the wives and the children, if caught them

The traditional fate of man

Was this boy wanted to avoid

Never will I buy an axe

Nor will I never drink spirits

Otherwise the house goes along

The snowbank calls the family all winters

No chance he ever wanted to do as dads

But since there's no job him to apply for

It's by fate's palm he drinks the liquor

So the Tommi the Ruinsome's axe comes to life again

And the ways of the master catch on the servant

Coming in gallops, to the liquor store

It drives the man into misery

When harvesting the frozen crop

Slowly amid the cold soils

A cold eye stares

When the axe rises

Amid the mounds

From the earthy soils

With pride, dads watch their sons

Unemployment, spirits, an axe and the folk

A bank of snow, the police and the final error

This land with thousands of tearful songs

That may run to its thousands of ponds

A junpery fold which amount of self-pity does not

Measure the sense nor the size of a tip lot

In every song, the triumphs of life are lost

And shut remain the heavens' gates

It's about Einari the Misery they're tellin'