Pilli On Pajusta Tehty

I carve the willow
Into my flute's melody
Play on, my young willow
Swaying, make the notes flow
The flute is made of willow
From the tunes, I find my joy
Now the branch sings from the field's edge
The flute hums a soft tune
And I carve the willow
I shape a flute for my child
Play on, my young willow
Let your song's notes take flight

I play my tune, I rejoice
My heart's forever mine
I play the flute a little
The music is made of joy

I play my tune, I rejoice
My heart's forever mine
I play the flute a little
The music is made of joy

The flute is made of willow
A joyful evening for the soul
From sorrow, the music flows from my fingers
The song of my life from the willow
A flute made from water
Water from the tree, a long melody
Willow's music to be played
For a day, a speaking flute
My music doesn't sound from underground
From my muddy dwelling

I play my tune, I rejoice
My heart's forever mine
I play the flute a little
The music is made of joy

I play my tune, I rejoice
My heart's forever mine
Now I have my roots in the dirt
Others glow with my spirit

I play my tune, I rejoice
My heart's forever mine
I play the flute a little
The music is made of joy