Along the gap, right by the cliff, where the edge is very narrow
With the whip I lash my horses, striking harder, force applying...
There’s 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 I’ve got are fastidious -
Had no time to fully live or sing the song...

I’ll 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 I’ll 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 I’ve got are fastidious -
Had no time to fully live or sing the song...

I’ll 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 - there’s no lateness to God’s palace -
Why are angels singing there with their loud, angry voices?
And perhaps it is the bell, which is weeping thus with malice,
When I’m screaming "Slow it down!" to the wild, unruly horses?

Slow it down, horses, calm your eagerness!
I’m begging you, do not charge so strong!
But the horses that I’ve got are fastidious -
Had no time to live, - let me finish this song!

I’ll allow them to drink, and this verse I will sing
And just for a moment, I will stay on the brink...

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