All along the chasm At the edge of the mountain I lash my horses I drive on though the air is thin I swallow fog I drink the wind I know with morbid ecstasy Iím dying Iím dying Run slower, my horses, run slower Will you not respond to my calls? Oh somehow I have capricious horses I cannot live I cannot finish my song Iíll water the horses then whisper As I stand for a moment at the edge                     We came in time You canít be late on a visit to god But why do angels sing With such evil voices? Why do bells toll with tears? Why do I beg you not to run? Run slower, my horses, run slower I beg you donít gallop along But somehow I have capricious horses Though I cannot live I must finish my song Iíll water the horses and then whisper As I stand for a moment at the edge
© Matthew Cost. Translation, 2011
© Matthew Cost. Performance, 2011