Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Король

In the courtyard where every night the radio was playing,
where couples danced, dust,
the guys respected Lyonka Korolev very much
and gave him the title of king.

There was a king, like a king, omnipotent. And if a friend
it will become bad and generally unlucky,
he will extend his royal hand to him,
his faithful hand - and will save.

But one day, when the Messerschmitts, like crows,
broke the silence at dawn,
our King is like a king, he is a cap like a crown -
sideways, and went to war.

The radio is playing again, the sun is at its zenith again,
but there is no one to mourn his life,
because that king was alone (sorry)
did not have time to acquire a queen.

But wherever I go, no matter what care
(on business or so, take a walk),
everything seems to me that around the next bend
I will meet the king again.

Because in war, although they really shoot,
not for Lenka the damp earth.
Because (guilty), but I can't imagine Moscow
without a king like him.