Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Сероглазый король

Glory to you, hopeless pain
the gray-eyed king died yesterday
the autumn evening was stifling and red
my husband returned calmly said
you know from the hunt they brought him
the body was found by an old oak tree
sorry for the queen so young
in one night she turned gray
I found my pipe on the fireplace
and went to night work
I'll wake up my daughter now
I'll look into her gray eyes
and outside the window poplars rustle
your king is not on earth