The waves of the lake splash

And pines hum

The frost of the north hurts

Finnish grief in signs

Woods bleak and stony, unlit

There my mind rests

There I will forget the pain

Stars and moon us bless

O my native land, stand proud, facing the future

You were never broken down, banished into the night

O my native land, stand proud, facing the future

You will never be broken down



Not weather can frighten us

Not to shrivel us winters

Not to cruelty of the woods

Take our blood and life

Frothy rapids roar

And the hills high

Woods of pine and forests of birch

Over the wide rocks