Glory to you, hopeless dull pain!
The grey-eyed king died yesterday.
The autumn evening was stuffy and scarlet,
My husband, returning, said calmly but sad:
\"You know, they brought him from hunterment,
They found his body by the old oak, recumbent.
It\'s a pity about the queen. So young woman,
In one night she turned grey, perish lantern.
I found my pipe on the our fireplace
And went to work at night. See your face”
I\'ll wake my daughter now, in a moment,
I will look into her grey eyes innocent
And the poplars rustle outside the window:
\"There is no more king on earth for you, children!”