My  kantele
amorphis
Truly  they  lie,they  talk  utter  nonsense
Who  say  that  music  reckon  that  the  kantele
Was  fashioned  by  God
Out  of  a  great  pike's  shoulders
From  a  water-dog's  hooked  bones
It  was  mouldered  from  sorrow
It's  belly  out  of  hard  days
Its  sound  board  from  endless  woes
Its  strings  gathered  from  torments
And  it  pegs  from  other  ills
Truly  they  lie,they  talk  utter  nonsense
（music）
Again 。。
It's  belly  out  of  hard  days
Its  sound  board  from  endless  woes
Its  strings  gathered  from  torments
And  it  pegs  from  other  ills
Truly  they  lie,they  talk  utter  nonsense
（music）
by 榆桑子
献给水井童鞋
（第一次制作）