Lyrics:
:,: Long have we suffered hunger and cold,
Fighting in the Balkan mountains. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
:,: The music played as our boys marched,
on the walls of Gornij Dubnjak. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
:,: Boys lie buried in the Balkan sands,
On the other side of the Danube. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
:,: If our bodies die, our souls remain
a heritage for our beloved fatherland. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
:,: Hooray, now our company is heading home,
To the sweet shores of Finland! :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
Context of the song when it was created thanks to user Angel Naidenov:
"After the suppression of Bulgarian April Uprising in 1876 nearly 100,000 were put to death, men, women, children... A year later many came to fight for those who can not protect themselves, and to help those who need help. What is known as Russo-Turkish War (1877-1878). And the Finns were among them. The Finnish Guards' Rifle Battalion, of nearly 1000.
They distinguished themselves in the battle of Gorni Dubnjak, when the Finns were the ones, who finally get over the walls of the fort. Gorni Dubnjak were a fortified stronghold, ensuring supply route for besieged Turkish army of 70000 strong at Pleven. So it was vital to take it, and finish the encirclement."