Our Land

Oi maamme, Suomi, synnyinmaa

So sound those golden words,
The prelude to
What so effortlessly tries to describe
The very condition and soul
Of a people young and old.

Maa kallis isien

Behind a veil of gilded lies
Hides the ugly truth;
Our fall from greatness.
In this great Northern land
We lost our way.

So the light and glow dim
And all we love turns to ash.
And so your song, at last,
Disappears,
Fades away in silence.