Värttinä - Emoton

Woe is me, whom fate has put on a rolling log, set on a shaking leaf, I know not which way to turn, what course to take, what road to follow. In me, my mother planted a sapling, but she could not make it grow at the edge of a thundercloud, the hard roots of a birch tree, the dark night of autumn. Though the heavens be a perfect design, and the Big Dipper skillfully crafted, what about this life of mine-- the life of one born less beautiful?