Along the chasm at the edge of the abyss
I lash the horses with the whip - I drive them on... 
There is no air - I drink the wind, I swallow fog.
I know with morbid ecstacy - I am dying, I am dying!

Run slower, my horses, run slower! 
You don’t respond to the taut lash!
But somehow I’ve got capricious horses -
And I’m not able to live, I can’t finish my song.

I’ll water the horses, then I’ll finish the verses -
As I stand for a moment at the edge...

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 

We came in time! You can’t be late on a visit to God -
But why do angels sing with such evil voices?
Why is every bell silent with sobbing?
Why do I shout the horses not to run?

Run slower, my horses, run slower!
I beg you don’t gallop headlong!
But somehow I’ve got capricious horses -
Even if I’m not able to live, I must finish my song.

I’ll water the horses, then I’ll finish the verses -
As I stand for a moment at the edge...