歌词
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）