Mother lulls the child, the child of fells.
Day vanishes and stars are high.
Even on a cold, frosty night (strike your wishes often to the ground)* *don't give up hope
One day, my child, you'll have these golden wild lands.
Close your eyes, little one, have pleasant dreams.
This land of dreams is vast and wondrous
For those who grew up with its freedoms.
One day, my child, you'll have all these vast lands of Lapland.
The Northern Lights, storms and cold winds -
They are the lullaby for the child of Lapland.
The Northern Lights, storms and cold winds -
They are the lullaby for the child of Lapland.