Amorphis
Текст песни Elegy I (Elegy - 1996)

Long evenings full of longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all the time the bitterest.
'Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for

Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one

There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breast
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house
In the earth my berry lies

Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one
Beneath the grass my trasure
Under the sand my sweet one

(Long) Long evenings full of longing (Evenings full of longing)
(Low) Low-spirited my mornings (Spirited my mornings)
(Full of longing) Full of longing too my nights (Too my nights)
(And all the time) And all the time the bitterest (The bitterest)

(There's) There's no hearing my treasure (Hearing my treasure)
(No seeing) No seeing my marten-breast (My marten-breast)
(No hearing) No hearing her in the lane (In the lane)
(Driving below) Driving below the window (The window)

(Chopping the wood) Chopping the wood by the stack (Wood by the stack)
(Clinking outside) Clinking outside the cook-house (The cook-house)
(In the earth) In the earth my berry lies (My berry lies)

(In the soil) In the soil she's mouldering (She's mouldering)
(Under the sand) Under the sand my sweet one (My sweet one)
(Beneath the grass) Beneath the grass my trasure (My trasure)
(The one) The one I grieve for (I grieve for)