Once a Tsar had three young daughters and he asked them eagerly Tell me how much do you love me? And the first revealed Father I love you like money and the next one would agree Father I love you like honey and the Tsar was pleased till the youngest replied with a smile I love you like the salt you seem to wonder
Why I don´t think about diamonds and rings All the pretty things, gems and gold but I love you like salt Well it´s something that I need Let it be the answer of mine and the love that I feel
What is precious? What is true? Gold and richness? Me and you?
It turned out a serious matter Full of rage her father said You are not my child you´d better hush and run away A few years later another Kingdom and a prince so much in love with a poor girl fate would bring them to the truth of all that did happen to her Then she cried I love you like the salt now do you wonder
Why I don´t think…
When the Tsar came to their wedding he was served a separate meal On a plate of gold not getting any salt indeed Then he could understand what she meant back then when she said – you wonder
Why I don´t think…
Deep regret and straight forgiveness and their hearts who saw no difference It was precious! It was true! Blessed with richness! Feel it, too!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
