Along the steep precipice, along the very edge I am flogging my horses with a whip I feel like there is no enough air, Iím drinking the wind, Iím swallowing the mist Iím anticipating my end with the fatal delight Please, slow down my horses, please slow down Donít you obey my tight whip But those horses of mine are really stubborn I didnít get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end! Iíll give to drink to my horses, Iíll finish this verse A little more Iíll stand right at the edge I will disappear like a fuzz blown with the wind And I will have a galloping ride in a sledge one snowy morning . . . . . . Please, slow down my horses, please slow down Donít you obey my tight whip But those horses of mine are really stubborn I didnít get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end! Iíll give to drink to my horses, Iíll finish this verse A little more Iíll stand right at the edge We were right on time - You cant possibly be late when visiting God Why the hell the angels are singing so angrily up there in Heaven Or maybe its just a sleigh-bell having a fit of nerves Or maybe its just me shouting to my horses to slow down a bit. Please, slow down my horses, please slow down Donít you obey my tight whip But those horses of mine are really stubborn I didnít get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end! Iíll give to drink to my horses, Iíll finish this verse A little more Iíll stand right at the edge
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