Once the source of soul, meaning of everything Face to face I saw I meant to weave the secret in sounds But only my hands' work remained
Closed is the box, the biggest treasure So that no human can taint Out of vanity, out of madness, many a kantele is charred with sounds
Ρεφρέν: Away the voices You can only listen When the echos have carried away
I feel how they watch My walls have millions of eyes on them Those wasted dreams They try to make my hands move I tell their stories And I see someone has disappeared from my wall Though I call after them, laughter is all I hear Not revealing where they go
Ρεφρέν
There's an empty place on someone's wall Where I will once go You must listen to me, listen, when I tell this most precious story You must do everything, which I never dared to do myself I promise a reward you will receive Then only will I understand And I'll be ready to leave my mark