Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of the Lord
Anointed thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of the Lord
Anointed thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
Pushkin - Boris Gudonov
