Saltillo - To kill a king - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

But here the children come. They have finished playing. They have no thought at all of their mother's trouble. Indeed it is not usual for the young to grieve.

Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings what it means to one not to have lost one's own country. I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. I know and fear her lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, stealing into the palace where the bed is made, or even kill the king.