My Kantele-Amorphis

[00:52.70]Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense [00:55.57]Who say that music reckon that the kantele [01:01.39]Was fashioned by a god [01:05.33]Out of a great pike's shoulders [01:08.78]From a water-dog's hooked bones: [01:18.59] [01:44.42]It was made from the grief [01:45.86]Moulded from sorrow [01:46.92]Its belly out of hard days [01:49.36]Its soundboard from endless woes [01:57.17]Its strings gathered from torments [01:59.74]And its pegs from other ills [02:02.61]So it will not play, will not rejoice at all [02:06.49]Music will not play to please [02:09.12]Give off the right sort of joy [02:10.37]For it was fashioned from cares [02:11.18]Moulded from sorrow.