Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Kantele , by - Amorphis. Song from the album Elegy, in the genre Прогрессив-металRelease date: 13.05.1996
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
My Kantele |
| 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 its 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 its 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 |