מילים לשיר My Kantele – Amorphis

My Kantele Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a waterIt was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gatheret from torments
And its pegs from other ills 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
Moulded from sorrow.