Milja [English translation]

I hear the birch forest's soughing

And I feel the rising wind, rising wind

To these open glades

To wide pond's shores, wide pond's shores

Winds sing to my children

Rock the cradle

Lull my bird to sleep

Wished about that while lulling

While lulling the small child

I bring the golden moon for protection

I hear the birch forest's soughing

And I feel the rising wind, rising wind

Many rains not received

Many winds didn't come, and didn't come

I hear the birch forest's soughing

And I feel the rising wind, rising wind

Lenient soughing of birch trees

Silent chinking of grass, chinking of grass

• Artist:Värttinä
• Album:Ilmatar