In the countryside of Estonia, the schoolchildren gather for lunch 

Some like it warmed, the taste like wool sweaters by the fireplace

But I like it chilled, like ice cream running down the side of my hand 

On a hot July afternoon, long after school has closed for the summer

But without school, I remember, I can’t eat this for lunch!

Thick, creamy, and sweet – much too sweet for Mother’s liking

But we have raisins at home, plenty of fruit juice, and cinnamon

We never run out of sugar or milk, or fresh fruits and nuts, 

And I can run to the store with her to pick up some bread and cream 

And maybe, long after school has closed for the summer in our village,

In the quiet countryside of Estonia, the schoolchildren can gather for lunch

And have some sweet, sweet, Leviasupp!

Shimmering, filled with mysteries.

Its crashing waves carry whispers of days past:

Viking longboats, Russian frigates, German Submarines.

From sunny springs to icy winters, the Baltic remains. Eternal.