Musta Pori Näkku [English translation]

In front of our carriage, four stallions dash along

Earth flying out from under their behinds

Hooves hit us in the face with black mud

But the road doesn't end, so we won't crash

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The horses are frothing, the harnesses crackle

In the black sky, a bolt of lightning flashes

Speeding along like escaped convicts

Who have a bloodhound, licking its muzzle, at their heels

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

We don't want to think of the end of this race

Directly ahead is a wall of darkness

Only the memory of this race stays behind

And the well-known grief before our dead mother

We don't want to think of the end of this race

Directly ahead is a wall of darkness

Only the memory of this race stays behind

And the well-known grief before our dead mother

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies

The earth flies