Текст песни Мельница - Баллада о трех братьях

In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
Flowing river , disappearing in the distance.
Beautiful was not the country ,
Where do ballads and dreams.

In the street called the voice of the mysterious mountains.
Three sons left their home there .
One was a proud , the other - stubborn,
And the third was humbled heart .

Father's words were full of sadness :
"In my love you grow up like flowers .
What awaits you there in a foreign land ? ..
Bless you is my prayer . "

And in response to sound
Echo peaks :
" Save the wealth of the Soul
And love the endless light ! "

Last year, lost in the distance.
In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
Met the father of her children
After a long separation and sorrow .

And the first son returned home :
" Be proud , father, - I am a great hero!
All my power , and that's the point
I built on the blood of my way ! "

The second brought gifts of gold :
"Look , Father , I can all the worlds
Buy, sell and tears all
Converted into silver and success! "

And in response to sound
Echo peaks :
" Exchanged wealth Soul
For the glory and splendor of coins .. "

A third son was on his knees :
"Forgive me , Father , I did not become great .
Was humble , forgiving enemies . "
And the father replied with warmth :

" Your soul and good and clean.
And let the rich and noble you did not,
But you have kept my love .
I give you my throne ! "

And in response to sound
Echo peaks :
" Lowly in heart and spirit of the lowly ,
Faithful son inherited the throne ! "