Through The Shallow Waters
Antti Kokko, Pekka Kokko
The sky is red
The sun is dead
The dusk descends
So raw my friend
Water horsetails
Are standing stil
The trident is waiting
For someting to kill
Through the shallow waters
The dugout slowly glides
The birchbark in the prow
Is burning bright
Aroudn the shaft of the trident
The callows hand is pressing
Before the deadly strike
The sky is falling down
In the pouring rain there is the end
Only the dark remains
Nothing will stay
The sky is black
Death has struck
The dark prevails
Gone is my friend
Water horstails
Are standing still
The trident is waiting
For something to kill
Through the shallow waters
The empty dugput glides
Filled with heavy water
To the other side