Алый Снег (Blood-Red Snow)

This is the tale of the dormant Finland

About its people and its luck of the draw

This is the tale of the conquering Russia

And its victorious dead that never returned

The Reds began their crushing crusade

Towards the land where Väinämöinen once lived

The land of snowy plains and endless nights

Of a thousand lakes and seven hundred years of enslavement…

Slumber, chains and bloodstained

Swords, steels that clashed in the deafening silence

The burning rain fell down on the resistance

How to endure the weight of the world?

This was another kind of war in two fronts

There's the human foe and the ruthless cold

And so this land took the form of a big pool

Where pride got steeped as many lives were lost

Who were the heroes, who were the bad guys?

Where was now the place they used to call home?

[Viktoriya Nikolaevna Shestakova ]

Наши отцы покинули свои дома для того, чтобы спасти свою честь и бороться за Мать матерей

[Markku Hamalainen]

...he lähettivät muukalaisia meidän Karjalaamme ja isänmaatamme loukattiin.

Total silence, tearful... mournful...

Stillness, not even a sound in the blood-red battlefield

Chorus:

Over this snow

Snow that once was white

Lie the heroes

The heroes from both sides

The red covers all

All we have ever known

Such a grim sight

A sight so hard to describe

Blood-red snow.

And so this tragic tale came to an end

When peace was signed once blood had been spilled

Who did survive? Who did win?

If both of their banners were red in the end?

The Finns gave up their sacrosanct land

The Russians got what they had yearned for so long

But in the end, what did they all get for themselves?

Nothing but a handful of snow

Bloodstained, cold and fragile

Snow, the very same snow that covered their bones

Repeat chorus