Bell rings. And I know by now – I’m here again.
And under the arches of Cathedral you capture my pain
And playing with the sun in Aura, remember my smile,
From Aboa Vetus and down to the Castle travel in time.
Oh, Turku, you fly like a swan: so gorgeous and free,
As an old Hansa town you belong to the sea.
I watch big rain drops, falling from the sky,
But suddenly you temper with mercy – I enjoy the sunlight.
Oh, Aboland, so pure and mature you’re at once.
And if I only can be with you, I take that chance.
I’ll never know all tiny streets and corners of your sole,
But call me now for the trip and I will go.