Oh, if only the world knew
Now what can be under the sky
There is a people here whose tears
I could fill quite a few oceans
There are many lonely people here, but
Now that I don't have enough pictures to tell about it
And love songs don't miss
There less often is there luck
Only a single Finn knows that
There is a man and a woman there
There is a stubborn people in this country
If friends love each other
There is nothing else to separate them, then there can only be
We go uphill, our souls grieving
But we get up, gritting our teeth
We go from bend to bend to see
There less often is there luck
There is a home under the North Star
There is a man and a woman there
There is a man and a woman there