My Kantele

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标题:My kantele

标签: 总谱

制谱人:Elbayad Younes (Younessius@caramail.com)

指示:La derniere partie se repete plusieurs fois , en tous cas je n 'ai pas compt 鏰 me rend malade

附注:
J'espere que vous apprecierez le long travail :)
J'ai improvis quelques parties du synth(choir Aahs) 
pour donnez plus d'harmonie . 
Si vous avez des remarques a faire , n'hesitez pas a 
m'envoyez un mail .
**********ptit salut a thomas bressel :)***********

节拍:♩ = 135

音轨:
  1. Guitar1 (esa) - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
  2. Guitar2 (tomi) - 尼龙弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar (nylon)
  3. Synth (Choir Aahs) - 合唱“啊”音 Choir Aahs
  4. Synth (Sitar) - 锡塔尔 Sitar
  5. Synth (harmonica) - 口琴 Harmonica
  6. Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
  7. Batterie - 敲击乐器
注释:Younessius@caramail.com truly they lieThey talk utter nonsensewho say that music reckon that the kantelewas fashioned by god Out of a great pike抯 shoulders From a water-dog抯 hooked bones: It was Moulded from sorrowIts belly out of hard dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys Its soundboard from endless woes Its strings gatheret from torments And its pegs from other illsTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense 2:00Its belly out of hard dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys Its soundboard from endless woes Its strings gatheret from torments And its pegs from other illsTruly they lie, they talk utter nonsense un peu de fausses notes mais 鏰 sonne bien :)Cette derniere partie se repete plusieurs fois Tempo 123Cette derniere partie se repete plusieurs fois Cette derniere partie se repete plusieurs fois Cette derniere partie se repete plusieurs fois
标记:Tempo 135Section 2Section 3Verse 2Verse 3Tempo 123
歌曲: My Kantele

艺人:Amorphis

专辑:Elegy

歌词:
Songwriters: 
Esa Holopainen,
Pekka Kasari,
Tomi Koivusaari,
Pasi Koskinen,
Olli Pekka Laine,
Kim Tapani Rantala


Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon 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 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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