Came the eagle of the air,
A hawk from above the wind.
Gliding bird, charging beast,
From the depths of the blue sky
Wings they were wide and strong,
Feathers they were furious.
Beak it was long and sharp,
Eyes they were flashing.
Beautiful as an eagle's curve,
Bold as a hawk's dive,
So is noble my own mind,
So is free my own spirit.
The first wing touched the ground,
The second wing scratched the sky.
The beak was touching the treetops,
The eyes saw to the end of stars.
Flew over three rapids,
Three rapids, four rivers.
To forest land so beautiful,
To the sweet land of Finns.
Beautiful as an eagle's curve...