Dear Finland

 

Skál before a shot of whiskey

growing up that is all I knew of you

uksi, kaksi, kollme, nailya

a few numbers to connect me home.

 

growing up that is all I knew of you

Väinämöinen and Kalevala forgotten

only a few numbers to connect me home

tongue remembers the taste of Nisu

 

Väinämöinen and Kalevala forgotten

I knew the braids of cardamom leading to your fields

tongue remembers the taste of Nisu

the land of the Midnight Sun

 

I knew the braids of cardamom leading to your fields

but nothing of Veraldenolmai

the land of the Midnight Sun

your forgotten Sámi relatives

 

But nothing of Veraldenolmai

uksi, kaksi, kollme, nailya

your forgotten Sámi relatives

and Skál before a shot of whiskey.