| You already know who has traveled to Lapland,
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| What has been lacking in the past
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| The gate to the city as long as it is closed
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| The ghost is strange in the Nordic countries.
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| There the lompolo shines bright,
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| There the fell of the fell clouds.
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| It is such a region and such a country
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| Which cannot be forgotten.
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| When it is winter and the night is the night,
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| When the drill is impassable on foot again
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| When there is a sore with the sore,
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| Riekko's foot when he left a mark,
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| It is not the most sensitive hand to reproduce.
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| It is such a region and such a country
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| Which cannot be forgotten.
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| The delicate tone can never be enjoyed
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| Where the fells are dark,
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| The rapids and the spruces of the ravens sounded
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| Their own symphonies so strange.
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| Wolf's Yoke is a concert there,
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| Where the tailcoat is definitely on the way.
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| It is such a region and such a country
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| Which cannot be forgotten.
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| It is a land of yellow gold and green
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| It is the cradle of wishes and the grave:
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| The dude gets his paycheck by force
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| But weak nature does not help.
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| They look at a man and not cry,
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| The fair dude is familiar to everyone.
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| It is such a region and such a country
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| Which cannot be forgotten. |