The waves of the lake splash And pines hum The frost of the north hurts Finnish grief in signs Woods bleak and stony, unlit There my mind rests There I will forget the pain Stars and moon us bless O my native land, stand proud, facing the future You were never broken down, banished into the night O my native land, stand proud, facing the future You will never be broken down Not weather can frighten us Not to shrivel us winters Not to cruelty of the woods Take our blood and life Frothy rapids roar And the hills high Woods of pine and forests of birch Over the wide rocks