Along the steep precipice, along the very edge
I am flogging my horses with a whip
I feel like there is no enough air, I’m drinking the wind, I’m swallowing the mist
I’m anticipating my end with the fatal delight

Please, slow down my horses, please slow down
Don’t you obey my tight whip
But those horses of mine are really stubborn
I didn’t get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end!

I’ll give to drink to my horses, I’ll finish this verse
A little more I’ll 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
Don’t you obey my tight whip
But those horses of mine are really stubborn
I didn’t get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end!

I’ll give to drink to my horses, I’ll finish this verse
A little more I’ll 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
Don’t you obey my tight whip
But those horses of mine are really stubborn
I didn’t get the chance to fully live my life, to sing till the very end!

I’ll give to drink to my horses, I’ll finish this verse
A little more I’ll stand right at the edge