Кони привередливые [Koni priveredlivye] [English translation]

On a rugged cliff, the very edge, above the endless chasm

I keep lashing at my horses with my whip clenched in a spasm

But the air is growing thinner, I am gasping, drowning, crying

I can sense with horrid wonder, I am vanishing, I'm dying

chorus:

Slow your gallop, oh my horses! Slow your gallop I say!

Don't you listen to my stinging whip!

But the horses I was given, stubborn and so unforgiving,

Can't complete the life I'm living, cant conclude the verse I'm singing

I will stop for a blink, I will let horses drink

For a brief second more, I will stand on the brink...

I will perish, as a feather that the hurricane has swallowed,

In a chariot they'll pull me through the snow in blinding gallop

All I ask of you my horses, slow your pace but for a moment

To prolong the final seconds of approach to my last comfort.

chorus

We have made it. Right on time, God has left us with few choices

But the why are angels singing with such fiendish scolding voices,

Or it that the horse bell ringing in a frenzy drenched with tears,

Or is it I the one who's screaming for my horses to shift gears?

final chorus:

Slow your gallop, oh my horses! Slow your gallop I say!

Don't you listen to my stinging whip!

But the horses I was given, stubborn and so unforgiving,

Can't complete the life I'm living, at least let me finish

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky