Once under the moon and the sun
I shortened the mornings of life
In a place by the sala salo
On the outskirts of Vesilahti
He made spirits good
He made another skillful
But no third life
One day without being
He wanted to hear that he belonged
He was not taken
The future takes his body
Others carry the weight of countries
What I got from my body
Hurry up my days
Carry my body far away
Light has risen from the moon
What I got from my grave
Even though it is strange
With the foot-roll of the foot
His life coming together from the top
At the end of every day
Allows the morning breakfast
There's a grave for my grave
There my fields are extinguished
Let death repair its own
Takes ashore its knowledge
Thus has gone the four men
Carry the earth with skillful mind
But the spinning wheel has already risen
Rise on the top of the day
So it's time to be earth
A place for what will become soil
Like hundreds of years
After a thousand years
A place from the sala salo
From the outskirts of Vesilahti
Knowledge about the place has escaped
A story that has come from memory
Longing for a place on the moon
For the day you're gone
I got out of my grave
Even though I'm strange
With my foot and my hand
His life coming together
It breaks the oak grove
Cuts the rowan tree to pieces
It breaks the birch branch
The pine goes to its land
Which I got from my grave
Even though I was strange
With foot-to-foot hand
His unifying life from the top
From it the oak grove is cut
To put the rowan into pieces
From it the birch branch is cut
The pine tree going to its land n