Текст песни Мельница - Басня про трех сыновей

In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
Flowing river , disappearing in the distance.
There was no more beautiful country ,
Where born ballads and dreams

In the road called the voice of the mysterious mountain
Three sons there left their home
One was proud the other stubborn
And the third was a humble heart .
Father's words were full of sadness :
In my love as you grow flowers
What awaits you there in a foreign land ?
Bless you my prayer

And in response to sound
Echo peaks :
Save the wealth of the soul
And love never-ending light

Last year, lost away
In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
Met the father of their children
After a long separation and sorrow
And the first son returned home :
The proud father , I - the great hero
All of my power , and that's the point
I built on the blood of their way
The second brought gifts of gold
See my 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 of the soul
For the glory and splendor of coins

A third son was kneeling
Forgive me father , I was great, did not
Was humble , forgiving enemies ,
And the father replied warmly :
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
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