Capital: Helsinki
President: Tarja Halon
Hymn
Our land, our land, our motherland,
Echo loud, oh mighty name!
No hill to reach the heavens;
No hidden vale, no coast washed by the waves,
It's so much our beloved North
The land of our ancestors.
Your flower, button, lying down,
Once broken it will grow.
Look! From our love once more it will grow
Thy light, thy joy, thy hope, thy glow!
And there's still one more day of sounding
The song our land shall sing.
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