Мельница - Балада о трех сынах - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And the third son kneeling was: "I'm sorry, my father, I did not become great. Humble was, the enemies fare. " And the father with warmth answered: "Your soul and good, and clean. ... I give you my throne! " And sounded in response. Echo of the mountain peaks: .... I will whisper in a stubborn ear, although I know that you can't talk,