Текст (слова) песни: 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 pikes shoulders
From a water-dogs hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments
And its pegs from other ills

So 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
Moulded from sorrow.
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Against Widows
Alone
And I Hear You Call
Better Unborn
Black Embrace
Black Winter Day
Brother Slayer
Captured State
Cares
Castaway
Crimson Wave
Day Of Your Beliefs
Day of Your Beliefs
Divinity
Drifting Memories
Drowned Maid
Elegy
Ethereal Solitude
Ethreal Solitude
Evil Inside
Exile Of The Sons Of Uisliu
Far From The Sun
Far From the Sun
First Doom
Folk Of The North
Forever More
Forgotten Sunrise
God Of Deception
God of Deception
Goddess (Of The Sadman)
Grail`s Mysteries
Greed
Grieve Stricken Heart
Higher Ground
In The Beginning
Into Hiding
Karelia
Killing Goodness
Levitation
Magic And Mayhem
Misery Path
Moon And Sun
Morning Star
Mourning Soil
Mourning Soul
My Kantele
My Kantele (acoustic reprise)
Nightfall
On Rich And Poor
Pilgrimage From Darkness
Planetary Misfortune
Relief
Rusty Moon
Shatters Within
Shining
Signs From The North Side
Smithereens
Song Of The Troubled One
Summers End
Summer`s End
The Brother-slayer
The Castaway
The Gathering
The Lost Name Of God
The Lost Son (The Brother-Slayer Part II)
The Night Is Over
The Orphan
The Pilgrimage
The Way
Thousand Lakes
To Father`s Cabin
Tuonela
Veil Of Sin
Vulgar Necrolatry
Warriors Trail
Way
Weeper On The Shore
Withered...