Текст песни Dessar - 3 Шкатулки

Dying mother and leaving her daughter
Three small boxes
Gift of prophetic days
She has tears in her eyes and fear in her heart
Ashes to ashes to ashes ashes
She says: "Open the first one then
When the skies are full of light
When you love and you yourself are loved
When you give birth to a little son
Then when only laughter will be seen
When will come true what you did in your dreams
When you open it, think about everything
The light of gold is more precious than the light of icons. "
And so it happened beloved husband and child, home
Spring has come and the curly maple is blooming
She opened the casket not much ridiculous
And there it’s all gone and it’s

Everything has passed and this
There is no better answer to all the questions in life.
Night after day, and after winter summer
You will understand everything in the world when you touch the sky

"You will open the second" - the old woman continued - when you get sick
And my throat will be dry
When a husband becomes a drunken cruel and fierce
And your beloved son will become dissolute
When stones are thrown into the forge of Babylon
When there is no law in your country
When will hate who used to love
When they spit in the back who used to appreciate
When you cry at night in pastels
When the stars that used to burn go out
When there will be tears and no laughter
The second box will not forget you "
And it became worse and worse, my husband drinks, without work
Fewer friends
Dried up anectodes
With tears opens the box blindly
And there it’s all gone and this.

Everything has passed and this
There is no better answer to all the questions in life.
Night after day, and after winter summer
You will understand everything in the world when you touch the sky

"you will open the third when you are like me
Helpless, sick, old and blind
When you are alone and your husband dies
When the law takes the son to the chopping block
Then when no one needs you
When you watch the moon at night
When you go crazy in pastels
When you are sinful like Satan
When will often follow you
Quietly, slowly, an old man with a scythe
When hope, faith and love die
When your blood runs through the veins "
The flower of youth withers and suddenly old age
There is no husband, son, but tiredness
She takes the box without thinking about the veto
And there it’s all gone and this.

Everything has passed and this
There is no better answer to all the questions in life.
Night after day, and after winter summer
You will understand everything in the world when you touch the sky