The waves of the lake splash
And pines hum
The frost of the north hurts
Finnish grief in signs
Woods bleak and stony, unlit
There my mind rests
There I will forget the pain
Stars and moon us bless
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future
You were never broken down, banished into the night
O my native land, stand proud, facing the future
You will never be broken down
Not weather can frighten us
Not to shrivel us winters
Not to cruelty of the woods
Take our blood and life
Frothy rapids roar
And the hills high
Woods of pine and forests of birch
Over the wide rocks
On April 11 2009
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bruja_en_oz
On 12/04/2009
es un groso Jonne (L) casi tanto como marco ! XD jajajaj beso sobrino que se olvida de la madre y de la tia u.u
jajajajajja besooooooooooo!
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