Are you still alive, my old lady mother?
I am alive too. Greetings to you, greetings!
Let that unquenchable evening light ether
Flow over your hut as shielding.
They write to me that you, hiding your anxiety,
Have become very sad about my poor fate,
That you often go to the road a-lonely
In an old-fashioned shabby habiliment.
And you, in the blue evening darkness,
Often see the same thing concern:
As if someone in a tavern fightess
Stuck a sharp Puukko in my heart.
Never mind, my dear! Calm down. darling!
This is just a painful delirium.
I am not such a bitter drunkarder,
That I would die without seeing you.
I am still as tender obviously,
And I dream only of, know, that
From the rebellious melancholy,
I will quickly return to our low hut.
I\'ll come back when our white garden
Spreads its branches at the pretty spring.
Just don\'t wake me up early dawn,
Like you did in twenty years since.
c
Do not wake up what was sometimes noted,
Don\'t worry about what didn\'t became true, -
I had to experience myself too early loss that
Maid me tiered and such fatigue.
And don’t teach me how to pray. No neither!
There is no return to the old. sight
You alone are my help and pleasure
.qYou alone are my unquenchable light.
So forget about your own worries,
Do not be so sad about fate of mine
Do not go so often on the road ways
In an old-fashioned shabby habiliment…