《My Kantele》歌词

[00:00:52] Truly they lie they talk utter nonsense

[00:00:55] Who say that music reckon that the kantele

[00:01:01] Was fashioned by a god

[00:01:05] Out of a great pike's shoulders

[00:01:08] From a water-dog's hooked bones:

[00:01:44] It was made from the grief

[00:01:45] Moulded from sorrow

[00:01:46] Its belly out of hard days

[00:01:49] Its soundboard from endless woes

[00:01:57] Its strings gathered from torments

[00:01:59] And its pegs from other ills

[00:02:02] So it will not play will not rejoice at all

[00:02:06] Music will not play to please

[00:02:09] Give off the right sort of joy

[00:02:10] For it was fashioned from cares

[00:02:11] Moulded from sorrow