We'd sit in the evening*
we'd think about ancient things,
a rough two hours,
just a hair's breadth into the third.
Dry mouth, a roar in the head,
what's wrong with men?
Hungry . />wondering the beauty,
this is good to look at,
drinking a public drink.
Rejoicing in life,
in a great life!
Come to voily beautiful woman,
take an ale when you come!
Bring us a pint of ale,
fold Taari with a tyre,
a jug of honey from meutovai,
a jug of kankia!
Humala, Remusen's son,
is happy our friend,
Pekkonen is the gift of the field,
a threshing floor bigger than a sledgehammer!
A morning glory,
the light of the day,
we still drink a drink,
from the race !
Eukko,
Bring us a pint of olta,
fold Taari with a tyre,
a jug of honey from meutovai,
a jug from kankia!
The beauty of cashiers,
loveliness I'm sorry. !
Bring us a pint of olta,
fold Taari with a tyre,
a jug of honey from meutova,
a jug of honey!
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