Blackmore's Night - We Three Kings - Текст песни

We - the kings, whose land - East,
And with the gifts our way far:
Mountains, rivers, swamps, grasslands -
The Star yonder in time.

I'm taking with me incense
Incense that uplift in the Temple.
Praise, venerate -
God comes to us from heaven.

Oh, a miracle that star strong
And greatness is clear,
In a perverse way the edge of sunset,
The light that is the truth.

He who is born in Bethlehem,
We clothe with gold.
Will be forever, endlessly
Rule over us it.

Oh, a miracle that star strong
And greatness is clear,
In a perverse way the edge of sunset,
The light that is the truth.

We - the kings, whose land - East,
And with the gifts our way far:
Mountains, rivers, swamps, grasslands -
The Star yonder in time.

Oh, a miracle that star strong
And greatness is clear,
In a perverse way the edge of sunset,
The light that is the truth.

Oh, a miracle that star strong
And greatness is clear,
In a perverse way the edge of sunset,
The light that is the truth ...
The light that is the truth ...
The light that is the truth ...