Vanhan Jermun Purnaus [English translation]

There has been protests of all kinds

But there's always room for one more

This is a song about soldiers

Who, with weapons, had to protest

I don't mean to sow discord by song

I've had enough of that

But it breaks an old soldier's heart

When the youth sing us songs of ridicule

Now they sing how childish it is

When grown men crawl on the dirt

But what can you do when bombs plow the earth?

And the echoes of cannons fill the air

We crawled like little children

And dragged our weapons along

And in our cries, often filled with fear

We cried for our mothers

But whatever, we agree

War shall never return

But against our wishes

strange forces march war into our fates

If you can make better,

this world battered by war

We won't stand against your wishes

when you handle this matter so important

You don't know of those below the dirt

We knew each of them

And with them once on the front

We made a pact, lasting a lifetime

But lifetime, as it came to them

It ended in a silent protest

We, who stayed,

will soon be quiet, will once fall silent

So think, youth, for a moment

You might not be able to protest

If we, old soldiers

Wouldn't have protested for you

• Artist:Tapio Rautavaara