Native Land
The waves of the lake splashAnd pines humThe frost of the north hurtsFinnish grief it sings...
Woods bleak and stony, unlitThere my mind rests,There I will forget the pain,Stars and moon us bless!
(Chorus)Oh, my native land, stand proud, facing the future!You were never broken down, banished into the nightOh, 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 the cruelty of the woodsTake our blood and life.
Frothy rapids roarAnd the hills high,Woods of pine and forests of birchOver the wide rocks.