Uurastaja [English translation]

Six hundred of spruce forests

Only seven of juniper

Right after a thousand

Of the eighth fishing grounds

If you can't catch the sleep,

you must then lay forced

This part I'd see a little differently

There will be no burden, that I couldn't carry

there is no block, neither boulder

At last when the hardness from my hands dissolves

laying on my shoulders there already is the pious churchyard

Hardworkingly the new day

The same eyes melt

Wells and axes I'm going to

forget till the end

Four inch nails

hammered by forge hammers

The eye of the eagle is watching over my gloves

There will be no burden, that I couldn't carry

there is no block, neither boulder

At last when the hardness from my hands dissolves

On my shoulders there is laying, already the churchyard low

I carry beams, ridgepoles, the crosses of the Mount of Olives

until the song of the last cuckoos reaches me, too

Reaches

There will be no burden, that I couldn't carry

there is no block, neither boulder

At last when the hardness from my hands dissolves

laying on my shoulders there already is the pious churchyard

There will be no burden, that I couldn't carry

there is no block, neither boulder

At last when the hardness from my hands dissolves

Everything is covered by the dead churchyard