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Ballad of 3 sons
In the land of mountains and blooming fields
The river flowed and disappeared in far.
There was not a single country more beautiful,
Where ballads and dreams were born.
The voice of mysterious mountains called the road,
3 sons were leaving their home.
One was full of pride, the other - stubborn
And 3rd had a humble heart.
«In my love you grew like flowers.
What waits you there, in a foreign lands?
Let my prayer keep you safe.»
And the echo of mountain tops sounded in reply:
«Save the riches of your soul
and an endless light of Love!»
The years passed, lost in beyond.
In the land of mountains and blooming fields
Father greeted his children
after long parting and greef.
And 1st son returned home:
«Be proud, father, - I am a great hero!
All power is mine and this is the point
By blood I built my path!»
2nd brought golden gifts:
«Look, father, I can sell and buy the whole world
and turn the tears of all into silver and success!»
And the echo of mountain tops sounded in reply:
«Exchanged richness of soul
for fame and shine of coins…»
And 3rd son stood on his knees:
«Forgive me, father, i didn’t become great.
humble I was, forgave my enemies.»
But father replied him with warmth:
«Your soul is kid and pure.
Let, you didn’t become famous and rich,
But you saved my love
I give my throne to you.
And echo of mountain tops
sounded in reply:
«With gentle heart and humble soul
Faithful son heir the throne!»
Yutaila✕
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