Syysilta Saaristossa (Arvid Mörnen runosta)

Storm comes quietly and suddenly from West. and propel seaweed in the air as best he likes. It's not him, it's other voices which the shooters on the cut listen to. Against a thousand foundations and coppers the sea roars. We heard that song under the roof of the home, In poems and songs under the roof of the home His arm in the fight for a people a noble cause. And this memory shapes our true destinies Now lights up in the cut-out joint arc by arc Light you too, sound through autumn's storms. with the roar of deep bays, our Swedish language. Proclaim to the people who are weak from the båffna.Flying away from the yard in our black autumn. And worships the god of time in self-whisper that the motherland is murdered in its breast. Your time is running out. What more! Who carries towards destruction your standard shall be remembered, what your song for the Nordic countries and die to defend this country