Rauta-airot [English translation]

Coming from the offing, no shores to be seen

for now it is dead calm, not even northeast wind to be felt

a man in his boat, and the pondering of the tide

proudly rowing, oarlocks creaking

If you drop your oar,

it will not float

the waves will detain

the iron oar

Gliding along his life with a damaged prow

full of spoil are the nets of other men

Headwind blows, the boat will tip

under the thwart lays a bottle filled with a brown sip

If you drop your oar,

it will not float

the waves will detain

the iron oar

Morning morning, the sun will deliver

the boat is gliding quietly, no creaks to be heard

under the back thwart, the bottle is empty

it has arrived to the shore amongst a bed of reeds

If you drop your oar,

it will not float

the waves will detain

the iron oar

The waves will detain

the iron oar

The waves will detain

the iron oar