Finnish Medley - Ensiferum

Jo Karjalan kunnailla lehtii puu,

jo Karjalan koivikot tuuhettuu.

Käki kukkuu siellä ja kevät on,

vie sinne mun kaihoni pohjaton.

Ma tunnen vaaras' ja vuoristovyös'

ja kaskies' sauhut ja uinuvat yös'

ja synkkäin metsies' aarniopuut

ja siintävät salmes' ja vuonojen suut.

Siell' usein matkani määrätöin

läpi metsien kulki ja näreikköin,

Minä seisoin vaaroilla paljain päin,

missä Karjalan kauniin eessäin näin.

Terve, metsä, terve, vuori,

terve, metsän ruhtinas!

Täs on poikas uljas, nuori;

esiin käy hän, voimaa täys,

kuin tuima tunturin tuuli.

Metsän poika tahdon olla,

sankar jylhän kuusiston,

Tapiolan vainiolla

karhun kanssa painii lyön

ja maailma Unholaan jääköön.

Ihana on täällä rauha,

urhea on taistelo:

myrsky käy ja metsä pauhaa,

tulta iskee pitkäinen

ja kuusi ryskyen kaatuu.

The tree is blooming on the fields of Karelia

The Karelian birches are getting thicker

Your cockoo is cockooing and it is spring

Take my endless yearning there.

I feel your danger and your' mountain range.

and the smoke of your burnt land and your sleeping nights

and the primeval trees of your forest

and your looming inlets and the mounths of the fjords.

My journey is oft there without a goal

through forests went, bushes

I stood with a bare head on the hills

where I saw the beautiful Karelia ahead of me

Hello, forest, hello, mountain

Hello, the prince of the forest

Here is a noble boy, young

He comes forward, full of power

as the severe wind of the field

I want to be a son of the forest

hero of the gloomy spruce copse

on the fields of Tapiola

I wrestle with the bear

And the world shall be forgotten

The peace is here wonderful

Brave is the fighting

Storm is coming and forest thunders

The fire strikes long

and a spruce falls down loudly

Already in the municipalities of Karelia there is a tree,

already the birches of Karelia are thickened.

The cuckoo blooms there and spring is,

takes my longing there bottomless.

I feel the danger of 'and mountain belt'

and kaskies 'croaking and sleeping at night'

and the darkest woods' primeval trees

and the mouths thereof, and the mouths of the fjords.

I often go there on my way

through the woods and through the woods,

I stood bare,

where in the beautiful front of Karelia I saw.

Healthy, forest, healthy, mountain,

Hail, Prince of the Forest!

This is a brave boy, young;

he appears, full of strength,

like the wind of a winding fell.

I want to be the son of the forest,

Hero of the rugged Kuusiston,

On the persecution of Tapiola

with a bear wrestling with a punch

and let the world be forgotten.

Wonderful peace here,

brave is a fight:

the storm is coming and the forest is roaring,

the fire strikes long

and six knocks fall.

The tree is blooming in the fields of Karelia

The Karelian birches are getting thicker

Your cockoo is cockooing and it is spring

Take my Endless yearning there.

I feel your danger and your 'mountain range.

and the smoke of your burnt land and your sleeping nights

and the primeval trees of your forest

and your Looming inlets and the mounths of the fjords.

My journey is oft there without a goal

through Forests went, bushes

I stood with a bare head on the hills

where I saw the beautiful Karelia ahead of me

Hello, forest, hello, mountain

Hello, the prince of the forest

Here is a noble boy, young

He comes forward, full of power

as the severe wind of the field

I want to be a son of the forest

Hero of the Gloomy spruce copse

on the fields of Tapiola

I wrestle with the bear

And the world shall be Forgotten

The peace is here wonderful

Brave is the fighting

Storm is coming and forest Thunders

The fire strikes long

and a spruce falls down loudly