On Karelia's hills, the trees are now in leaf
Karelia's birch groves are growing lush
The cuckoo calls, it's spring over there
Carry my endless longing there
I know your fells, your mountain chain
The smoke of your clearings sleeps in the night
The ancient trees of your somber woods
Your straits and fjord-mouths loom in the distance
There, often my aimless journey
Wandered through forests and spruce thickets
I stood on the fells bare-headed
Where I saw beautiful Karelia before me
Hail, forest, hail, mountain
Hail, prince of the forest!
Here is your son, proud and young
He steps forth, full of might
Like the fierce wind of the fell
I want to be a son of the forest
A hero of the rugged spruce forest
I'll wrestle with the bear
Let the world be forgotten
Wonderful is the peace here
A storm rages, the forest roars
The Thunderer strikes fire
A spruce tree comes crashing down
I want to be a son of the forest
A hero of the rugged spruce forest
I'll wrestle with the bear
Let the world be forgotten