Murheellisten laulujen maa [English translation]

He happened to born

As an innnocent

In this cold norther land

Where even the ancestors

While being drunk, of course

Beat up the wifes, the children, if they catched them

Traditional man’s fate

That boy wanted to avoid

“I’ll never buy an axe

And I’ll never drink liquor

Or else I’ll drink the house”

At winter the snowbank calls the family

But he doesn’t want to ever do like dad did

But when there’s no job to get at the recruitment

Fate’s palm makes him drink alcoholic beverage

That’s how Turmiola’s Tommi wakes from the dead again

And the ways of the masters grip at the farmhand

Straight ahaed, to the liquor store

It drives that man into desperation

When frost collects the crop

Silently from the middle of cold dirt

A cold eye stares

When the axe rises

From the middle of the mounds

From the dirt of the earth

Fathers watch their sons with pride

Joblessness, liquor, an axe and a family

A snowbank, a police and the last mistake

This land of thousands mournful songs

In which’s thousands of lakes you may run

Distant people whose amount of self-pity

Can’t be measured in sense or in amount of tips

In which’s songs the life’s aces are lost

And the gates of heaven stay closed

They tell about Einari Epätoivo