The song of longing

So quietly swinging, swaying grove, 
whether empty now, 
the cradle of Finnish maiden? 

October cool 
brings comfort 
woman with cold stiff creates. 

Swings for you to shut up, 
is the cradle of the Daughter of full grain. 
Calculation of the song of longing 
troubled waters of Lake Ladoga. 
Where are the children of tomorrow, 
where the echoes retracing the lid? 
Where Aino is a shed to sleep? 
Where is Marjatta, 
under the earth rests on already. 
Yet we receive a new morning, 
point of the day comes, when the 
rise skyline of decorating the the sun.