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!