On her way along the waves of Airisto
Is Sofia, a ragged one
When she looks behind still there is
A familiar route leading home
Midst the dark water
Glides a boat slowly
To a forlorn island
Midst the dark water
Glides slowly
Rowing to Seili
Rowing to Seili
If the destination is looming before you
You shall find an island of the doomed
If you should wander to Seili, you shall stay forever more
The weak will be rowed to death
Midst the dark water
Glides a boat slowly
To a forlorn island
Midst the dark water
Glides slowly
Rowing to Seili
Rowing to Seili
With nails and boards
You can make a tomb for yourself
Hundred of graves are in Seili
And a hundred more will be caved