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 will make truth my burden, I will forget my dreams,
silver to care for, a brass arm by my side.
Man is too gentle, the woman's 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 the truth my burden, I forget the dream my hope,
silvery to care for me, a brass arm by my side.
Man is too frail, the female side 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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