Letras:Metsatöll. Iivakivi. Iivakivi.

Pouaike matab maada
raiub, raadab tanumada
surgib suted sangidesse
turgib tuha tubadesse
sosaraile suledesse
neidudele niuetesse
aja indu uskadesse
turgutusta toivetisse!

Iivakivi
hoia hoimu hukatusest
kaitse kaimu
iivakivi, iivakivi aita!

Kuivetavad kiigekaared
kolletavad katkilauad
tohletab taretagune
ohkab amme hellakene
nutab neidu noorukene
mure murrab mehepoega
toivetit, toivetit neidudele, neidudele!

Verekutse vaotab voimu
vaimuvalla vaskset vage
hobevalge helgatusi
andekivi annetusi
joodab jaksu jalgadesse
silmadesse, sudamesse
tolve tulda undrukusse
puhu uska elu sisse!


English translation (The Fertility Stone)


The yoke of drought buries the land
Gnarls and twists the maidens? hearts
Puts coals into bedsteads
Jabs ashes into chambers
Into the arms of sisters
Into the loins of maidens
Cast fervour into wombs
Incite the skin flutes!

Iivakivi
Keep the kin from ruin
Protect our people
Iivakivi, aid us!

Desiccating swing timbers
Withering cradle boards
Wilting flowers behind the hut
Sighs the tender mother
Cries the sapling maiden
Woes break the strapping lad
Cocks, cocks to maidens, maidens!

The call of blood takes over
To carry on the forefathers? might
Glints and glittering of silver
Offerings to tribute stone
Feeds vigour into feet
Into eyes, into hearts
Virile fire under skirts
Blow life into wombs!