Amorphis - Elegy : Cares
 

Amorphis



Elegy



Cares





Many rocks the rapid has



A lot of billows the sea



More plentiful are my cares



Then cones on a spruce



Beard moss on a juniper



Gnarls upon a pine bark



Knobs upon a fir



Husks on a grass-top



Boughs on a bad tree.







Drag my cares away



Carry off my griefs



For no horse can draw



No iron-shod jerk



Without the shaft-bow shaking off



The cares of this skinny one



The sorrows of this black bird