MY OLD SONG

Kaarlo Kramsu(1855-1895)

I once sang a little song,

not great was its worth;

but from my heart the song went,

my deepest feelings bringing public.

Has gone time - just a mote

again in my hand that song I get.

But strange it is! Those word why

have all grown so foreign?

Yes my song the old one is,

haven't changed the words of it;

but heart maybe changed its core:

Doesn't know its old self.

(Vanha lauluni, from Runoelmia, 1887.)