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!