Sillanpään marssilaulu [English translation]

As a salute to our home regions

Let our song echo

Over the fields, lakes and fells

All the way from Hanko to Petsamo

The same sound of steps

We can sense it

How under the mounds, in the dirt

The fathers are watching their sons

You fellow who stand by side, you know

What brought us here

Joyfully we march there

Where we all are called

The familiar custom of our fathers

Is now maintained by the sons

When the land of birth is in danger

We must leave our chores at home

Whatever treasures Finland may have

Freedom is the most precious one

Here to stand straight and fall

Is the right of every man

So you children and old people

And you mothers and brides

Your home fires will bee protected as long as

One man remains standing