Pieni lintu [English translation]

From where indeed did that little bird arrive

Who sends it to people

It succumbs to slumber in its cradle of the wind

And every one meets it

When the sky turns to blue haze

It is just a fragile little bird of the dreams

It dwells only in the wind

And every one who takes care of it

Shall rise to the heaven above

It's just that eyes can't see it

The ground will get its first change to touch it

When it's time to die, when it's time for it to die

• Artist:Anki Lindqvist