Native Land

The waves of the lake splash
And pines hum
The frost of the north hurts
Finnish grief it sings

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 the 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

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