Here you are not allowed to laugh at things that you can laugh about in other places
Also keep the sad things closely to yourself
Work and work and tight belts
and on Sundays a clean set of clothes
Rest and warm broth are the pastimes here
From the shores of Lake Kaajärvi
if only singing could be heard
The clouds cannot sink any lower here
But there really is no need to raise your eyes from the ground anyway
Rocks, stumps, swampy shores, boots up to their shafts in loam
But if men sit idle, who will work for the bread
From the shores of Lake Kaajärvi
if only singing could be heard
From time to time in the dark of the night the thoughts start to fly
How could one become a man enough to leave this place
Because here you are not allowed to laugh at things that you can laugh about in other places
and actually when you look more closely there really is nothing to laugh about here
From the shores of Lake Kaajärvi
if only singing could be heard
From the shores of Lake Kaajärvi
if only singing could be heard