Syntymähumala [English translation]

You know how (s)he gets lost, who stares to the ground

And the path doesn't start to grow straw after it has sunken

The step ploughs a new one, though it doesn't know where is the way

Thank you, creator of Heaven, that you take me astray

Wind, grab the hem, lift him/her to his/her wings

Carry like a flower of a summer, sunken to its lands

I believe that love through the darkness of a storm

Can carry this gone autumn on its chest

And tonight, again we are born drunk,

as colours into the dark

No, we don't know tomorrow

It needlessly waits for us

And sharpens its spear

How did I find you, how did we meet?

When a stranger was encountered I rose to a wagon