The gates of Pohjola visible
Shining evil spirits
The decks are iridescent
In my night the light from the fire
From the fire to the night above my head ni
Get my family to the island
Under the family under the pike under the pike
There are three birch trees
Four white coils
Under one the roof of the sky
Under two morning songs
There are three birch trees
Four white coils
The third one is my whole family
My golden-minded feather
And no worries run in vain
Hallava behind the lands
Looks with the most standing eyes,
Seeing the blue sky
The copper bird of the lands
You in my golden hand
The trees already My head is golden
A bow to my deer's tail
White peat is my safety
A raccoon is my eye
Home is my hard life
My birth of a lost soul
My birth of a lost soul
There are three birch trees
Four white coils
One under the roof of the sky
Two under the song of the morning
There are three birch trees
Four white reels
My whole family of the third
My feather of a golden heart
There are three birch trees
Four white reels< br/>One under the roof of the sky
Two under the song of the morning
There under the wind of the song
Wine boils from my blood
Above the quiet waters
Just play dark wind's song
There are three birch trees
Four white coils
One under the roof of the sky
Two under the morning song
There are three birch trees
Four ¤ white reel
The whole family of the third
My feather of a golden heart
My lands are my remains
My trees are Tuonen's trees
Yellowing thin leaves
The ones that stay dark

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