Along the edge of a precipice, A rocky ledge on hell痴 abyss, I知 lashing my horses through the mist, The whip sings its stinging, vicious hiss! The thin air makes me dizzy. I gulp the wind, I drink the mist! And now I feel a deathly bliss - I知 lost in this, I知 lost in this! Take it easy now, you horses, Take it easy will you now! Take no notice of the hissing whiplash sting! But these stubborn horses will take me, They will take me to the brow And I致e no time to live on, No time to sing! I値l make these horses drink! I値l sing this final song! I値l make this moment last long As I stand here on the brink! I will perish like a ball of fluff Blown from your hand by storm, And they値l bear me swiftly away On a sleigh through the snowy dawn Slow down a little, you horses, Slacken off your pace - Just give me a little time, please, Until my resting place. Take it easy now, you horses, Take it easy will you now! Take no notice of the hissing whiplash sting! But these stubborn horses will take me, They値l take me to the brow And I have no time to live on, No time to sing! I値l make these horses drink! I値l sing this final song! I値l make this moment long As I stand out here, on the brink. We池e here right on time - You can稚 be late for God, of course So why are the angels singing With such angry force? Or is it the sleigh bells sobbing, Sobbing on the horses? Or is just me yelling Slow down to those horses? Take it easy now, you horses, I beg you slow down now! Just ignore the whiplash sting! But these stubborn horses will take me, They値l take me to the brow Please let me live on a little, Oh please let me sing! I will make these horses drink! I will sing this final song! I will make this moment long - I will stand here, pausing on the brink.
John Farndon + Olga Nakston. Translation, 2022
Anthony Cable. Performance, 2022