I have a singing heart,
it is the most kaihosta,
sorrow sing. Sometimes love,
voice screaming full neck.
Heart of music, poetry
flooded, it is my
and his world,
who dares hand
stick.
Now is the time to honor,
Finnish, and the independence it.
Stubbornness to honor the combatants.
Finnish-lady skirts,
Now I sing a genuine longing.
I sing for those brave
people who are of so much
had time to give up.
We are not able to comprehend it,
how much we from them
we got. We got a future
different.
Books, covers and gentle
I close my hand memories
Heavy Finnish people.
The war suffered secret of their soft
warm blankets,
comforting in sheets.
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