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Текст и слова песни Amorphis – My Kantele

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(Holopainen)

Truly they lie, they talk utter non-sence
Who say that music recon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a God
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its sound board from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other illsSo it will 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

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