Waved my Haive grays
Sourting family silver
I watched the night cattle of the deep valley
Beside me The summer grove
The grayness of the morning woke
The real man from his dream
In his arms a blanket of joy
A spring cradle is away
My blood is as cold as honey
Red-cheeked with frost
I was born, I was born
Day I took the crazy veil over me.
The time of my life is already dying
Already empty mouths are saying
The cattle are dying everywhere
In the bed of the misty island
Time is dying very soon
But the summer grove is preserved
A feather wing from the mouth of death
A spring cradle from the village
My blood is cold as honey
Red cheeks with frost
I was born, you I was born
I wore a crazy veil.
A power arose from under the grass
From the ground Maahinen rose
Within the depth of the family
From my neck kalmielen
I step on the nose of my grass
On top of the ear of a blade of grass
Under the stone the growth of the day
On the bed at the feet of the dead
A swallow of the grass rose from below
My throat worried about God
Under my copper toes
On top of my golden talent
Kuma's skill at Elbow
Strange luck on my forehead
I look under the blanket of grass< br/>From the path of the bloody spirit
My blood is cold
Red-cheeked with frost
I was born, I was born
On my head I took a crazy veil .

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN