Lyrics Яна Айнсанова - О трех рыцарях и красавице

Daughter Beautiful King
And rich and so young
But the medium of gray wall languishes
Like the walls herself is cold
Drive away and jester and servants
Yes sits by the window without sleep
Heart craves ... What? How to know.
And afraid to accept the answer
Your queen

And only the jester, lovers, plow
Easy and moat
In the eyes of the pride, in the grace of them,
Here every third sink.
You, the queen, wait for love
And the victims of her without a word
But here to love then are you ready?

And the king convenes everyone
All worthy grooms
And for my daughter he give
Kingdom is ready
Three young knights
Every life put ready
You decided - it will be so
Test will be a sign
You Dan, Kingana.

Yes only jester, a favorite jester
Everything is given with laughter
He is that joy that trouble is
He is all fun
Love doesn't know
About feelings knows little
Himself would have experienced to start!

And now the first promises love
Golden as ringing coins
And the second promises passion
What more beautiful in the world
And only the third most of all
All silent and looks to her after
How to find out whose love is more correct?
From three whom to choose her?
Decide, Kingana.
(Only the heart is not knowing love does not find an answer)

But the queen cold
As ice from the top of the mountain
Nor yes nor no - her answer
Words are so pretended
Tournament Winner Let
Words will prove to business
And the test of them will be courage

That's all three in the way
Everyone craves to go ahead
Queen's calls servant
And the task gives him
Sends to the lag
To those who meet with her new waiting
Let the messenger give
Self will see fate blow
And victory news will bring

And just the jester, fool and plow
Laughs between plan
Instead of armor seats she
Shirt for good luck!
Beauty blind capricious
Deadly angry gift
Will you regret what you guess?

Here is the foreman at the first gate
And shirt hand ready
But with a gift sent off
And goes without unnecessary words
And the second one threshold
He goes under the third shelter
And that knight that younger than all
On the shirt changes armor
He is right, insane!

And the queen is waiting for news
Under the laugh nozzle
In scraps of morning shadows
Watch clock ready
And here the messenger is in a hurry
And heart freezes
That's the fate she will find out

Bulletin grew and stingy in words
Winner Knight became
But only they were recognized
There will immediately become
And on your death
He only whispered asking
And the ex-white shirt
That scrambled from blood
He conveyed to her

And the king of the crown
Melting Father Cook
Rich knight, not a young
On the right of mortal blood
Conditions all follow
Second place occupied
And my husband will be her, let not be desirable

Only a feast in the twisted verse
Here is the bride pale goes
Her outfit
Strange even a fool consider
Insulted and angry groom
Soon bile itself will be
White dress, hilar
Under the bloody shirt that
Kingana, come back!

But the queen cold
And just the jester knows everything
In the shirt of that sharpen
How in crates the pain
Only offended requires
Mad bold
But the roar is right there on the door, and whose? Wait ...

Who is in the door, oh my God,
That ghost or demon?
But no, wounded, in bandages
But also angry and bold him
And only the jester, wise the jester
Laughs over the bridegroom
Someone else's bride he will not achieve

Since then, a lot of years has passed
Only memory survived
About proud that beautiful
What became the queen
About the glorious young knight
Risking overnight
And the winning death to win happiness

And the jester, the humble servant
Let only notice
That from a memorable day
With disgrace is expelled the third
Whatever the reason
Only her husband that loved -
King's shirts did not give.