Back to Karelia

Touching the Karelian homeland
Walking on its soil and sand
Makes me feel
It makes me heal

The Winter War Began

In nineteen thirty nine
They left Karelia behind
The winter war had begun
And they had to run

I Am Karelian

Am I really an 

authentic Karelian?

So it seems

Karelia is in my dreams

Like the sun in its beams

In Karelia I have my roots

Though I don't feel it under my boots

My family had to leave it behind

But it remains in my mind

It's in my veins, I feel refined

Going to Karelia is not a fashion

It is my passion

It gives me serenity

With my Karelian heredity

it strengthens my identity