"Probably filled with mistakes, difficult to translate something that has old-finnish, but here goes for nothing:
The last of the wilds
Sleeps wilderness, and now, in my thoughts I wend
over the forests, silent water
Moon lightens the night sky
paints a scenery, northern umbrage
Is this dream,
or death where I may return to where
embers give up beneath the snow
when I step into the world, time of the wilds
First snow snowed twice
Painted a picture of my soul
This wild beauty and infinite loneliness
of my childhoods forests, skies
The nostalgia echoes through this journey
When morning comes, it tells its tale
Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness
Into its spirit yearns
Grave of my cradle, place of my grave
Last of the wilds is
Where did the others go
Witches of the swamps, (neidontorni, a monument in russia? didn't find a good translation for that)
And the trees shivering in the shadows
I planted lily-of-the-valley into the crust-of-snow
And when silence descended, I trusted in future
First snow snowed twice
Painted a picture of my soul
This wild beauty and infinite loneliness
of my childhoods forests, skies
The nostalgia echoes through this journey
When morning comes, it tells its tale
Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness
Into its spirit yearns
Grave of my cradle, place of my grave
Last of the wilds is
Here's a translation I got from a finnish forum:
"Probably filled with mistakes, difficult to translate something that has old-finnish, but here goes for nothing:
The last of the wilds
Sleeps wilderness, and now, in my thoughts I wend over the forests, silent water Moon lightens the night sky paints a scenery, northern umbrage
Is this dream, or death where I may return to where embers give up beneath the snow when I step into the world, time of the wilds
First snow snowed twice Painted a picture of my soul
This wild beauty and infinite loneliness of my childhoods forests, skies The nostalgia echoes through this journey When morning comes, it tells its tale Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness Into its spirit yearns Grave of my cradle, place of my grave Last of the wilds is
Where did the others go Witches of the swamps, (neidontorni, a monument in russia? didn't find a good translation for that) And the trees shivering in the shadows I planted lily-of-the-valley into the crust-of-snow And when silence descended, I trusted in future
First snow snowed twice Painted a picture of my soul
This wild beauty and infinite loneliness of my childhoods forests, skies The nostalgia echoes through this journey When morning comes, it tells its tale Wild is the beauty and infinite my loneliness Into its spirit yearns Grave of my cradle, place of my grave Last of the wilds is