Amorphis - My Kantele lyrics
[Amorphis - My Kantele lyrics]
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music, reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of great pike's shoulders
From a water dog's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
So it not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Molded from sorrow
Who say that music, reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of great pike's shoulders
From a water dog's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Strings gathered from torments
And it's pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
So it not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Molded from sorrow