In Lapland everything blooms quickly
The earth, grass, barley, even the dwarf birches
I've often felt that heavily
When I look into the fate of this nation
Why does everything beautiful among us want to die
The great to wither into the lowly
Why do we have so many madmen
Why so few players of the kantele
Elsewhere the grey-haired sparkle with fire
In the old glows the sun of the spirit
Among us, babes are born as old men
A young man is already ready for the grave
Why do I myself ponder these things?
It's a sign of early old age
Why don't I follow the call of my blood
But sigh over the fates of nations
There's only one answer: the Lapland summer
Thinking of it, the mood turns bleak
Short is Lapland's birdsong, its pleasure
The blooming of flowers, all other joy
Oh white birds, guests of the Lapland summer
You great ideals, I greet you
Oh, stay here, make your nest here
Even if you move to the southern lands
Oh, learn from the swans
They leave in autumns, return in springs
It's peaceful on our shores
Safe is the slope of the fell
Fly rustling through the air
Create deeds, enlighten lands
But when you see winter has gone from here
I pray, I beg, return