To fall asleep in your embrace,Land of our dreams, what bliss,O you our cradle, you our grave,You the new hope we ever crave,Peninsula so beautiful,Finland for aye our all!

To fall asleep in your embrace,Land of our dreams, what bliss,O you our cradle, you our grave,You the new hope we ever crave,Peninsula so beautiful,Finland for aye our all!

A strong desire derives a person straight through the hardest rock.

The love goes where it wants; you hear it rustling but you do not know where it's going and where it goes.

The fire of love is drawn from the sky rather than the human mind.