Текст песни Шилова Татьяна - Балада 3-х сыновей

In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
flowing river disappearing in the distance
prekrastno was not the country,
where dreams are born Balad

the road mysterious thief called Vlas
three sons there to leave his house
One was a proud, stubborn another, and the third was the heart smerёn
father's words were full of sadness
in my love you grow like flowers
that is waiting for you there, in foreign lands,
bless you my prayer

And it sounds to us in response to echo peaks
save the wealth of the soul
and love is not skanchaemy light

last year, lost in the distance
In the land between the mountains and blossoming valleys
met the father of her children
after long separations and sorrows
and first son returned home
proud father, I am a great hero
all my power, and that's the point
I built on the blood of their way
the second brought gifts of gold
I can see my father all the worlds
buy, sell and tears all
converted into silver and success

And it sounds to us in response to echo peaks
exchanged wealth of the soul, for the glory and splendor of coins
and the third son was on his knees
forgive my father, I did not become a great
was humble, forgiving enemies
father warmth posted
your soul and good and pure,
and let the rich and noble you did not,
but you have kept my love
I'll give his throne

And it sounds to us in response to echo peaks
gentle heart and spirit smerёn
faithful son inherited the throne