'Round my throat descends another sip of corn juice
I remember my old childhood home again
As a four year old I got a nog of moonshine
From our distillator and it blew my brain
But one thing there is missing in the picture,
One day Marshal came and took our still away
Now our throats are dry and glasses are all empty
He's distilling only himself, so to say!

Oh, the moonshine's fair tonight in Finnish forests
It will brighten up your mood when skies are grey
But the Marshal left my home so sad and lonely
That old devil took our lovely still away


Many years have passed since I first drank the moonshine,
And my liver and my nose are rosy red
It was there I first drunk my self so sky-high
And hangover made me wish that I was dead
Long years have passed since I strolled through the forest
That old shed is there, but still is there no more
Yet I know that still is boiling with white lightning -
It's behind that Marshal's closely locked door!

Oh, the moonshine's fair tonight in Finnish forests
It will brighten up your mood when skies are grey
But the Marshal left my home so sad and lonely
That old devil took our lovely still away!