Along the gap, right by the cliff, where the edge is very narrow With the whip I lash my horses, striking harder, force applying... Thereís no air for me to breathe - I drink the wind, the mist I swallow I can feel with tragic passion that I am dying, that I am dying! Slow it down, horses, calm your eagerness! Do not listen to the old tight thong! But the horses that Iíve got are fastidious - Had no time to fully live or sing the song... Iíll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing Just a little bit longer I will stay on the brink... Like a flake, a brutal twister will then sweep me off the palm In the morning, by the sledge, on the snow Iíll heave and welter Slow your gallop, oh my horses - make it peaceful and calm And extend, somewhat, my journey to the last and final shelter Slow it down, horses, calm your eagerness! Do not listen to the old tight thong! But the horses that Iíve got are fastidious - Had no time to fully live or sing the song... Iíll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing Just a little bit longer I will stay on the brink... We came in time - thereís no lateness to Godís palace - Why are angels singing there with their loud, angry voices? And perhaps it is the bell, which is weeping thus with malice, When Iím screaming "Slow it down!" to the wild, unruly horses? Slow it down, horses, calm your eagerness! Iím begging you, do not charge so strong! But the horses that Iíve got are fastidious - Had no time to live, - let me finish this song! Iíll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing And just for a moment, I will stay on the brink...
© Andrey Kneller. Translation, ?