Vaka vanha Väinämöinen, peer to Klever Krimälainen?
Moomin? How did you feel? ‘Twas a land of dismal cold, of a long winter night, of deep, deep Krim.
Who art thou, Klever Krimälainen? Of beasts, of hidden kowledge, of foul Ratty Ruotsi…
Majahi, na Majahi! Majahi ha-mare Livare!
And he did see that old spirit above shallow billows; that Krim, that Ghost… Strike thy bone-harp, bearded fellow, sing to all Northland, sing songs for all to hear: The Krim-song of Krimean saga!