What will come of that, from the help of the spirit of fire?
From the smell of a hammer blow, from a hammer to brass?
I make truth my burden, I forget my dreams,
silver to care for, a brass arm by my side.
Man is too gentle, the feminine side too weak,
it is easily destroyed, falling, fragile.
This woman, my eukko, is eternal in every way,
more radiant than the dawn, more enduring than the worlds.
She does not appear in her age, my Golden Lady< br/>Don't leave him alone, Vaskineito, my peers.
Some make a lot of noise, others leave empty-handed,
guess my wife, envy my cult.
They gossip like crazy, and think it's a favor.
The people honey, my own, a strong wife made of copper.
She does not appear in her old age, my Golden Lady
Leave her not to die alone, Copper Maiden my peer.
I make truth my burden, I forget sleep my hope,
silvery to take care of me, a brass arm by my side.
Man is too fragile, the female side is too weak,
it is easily destroyed, falls, becomes fragile.
This woman, my eukko, is eternal in every way,
Leave she doesn't die alone, Vaskineito my equal.
Now I understand that at last, now I understand it all,
I take the iron, the fire of the maiden, to destroy the golden woman

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