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Zarevich
Marted&igrave;, 03 Febbraio 2009, 14:02

«I CAVALLI SCHIZZINOSI»
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«THE FASTIDIOUS HORSES» «&#1050;&#1054;&#1053;&#1048; &#1055;&#1056;&#1048;&#1042;&#1045;&#1056;&#1045;&#1044;&#1051;&#1048;&#1042;&#1067;&#1045;» 

By the cliff, along the precipice, right over deadly ground, 
With the rod, I strike my horses, strike them more to urge them forward. 
There is no air to breath - I gulp the haze - I drink the rough wind. 
With a fatal rapture, sensing I am ruined, I am ruined! 

Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! 
Don't you listen to that stinging thong! 
But what the horses I run into, so fastidious! 
Neither lived I so long, nor I'll finish the song... 
I'll let horses to drink, I'll complete this refrain, 
Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... 

I'll be gone - swept off a palm - like a fluff, by a heavy twister. 
In a sledge - I will be dragged - galloping in a snowy morning. 
Can't you switch from gallop race - to unhurried pace, my horses. 
Do prolong - at least somewhat - to the last refuge - my final journey. 

Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! 
Don't take orders from my whip and thong! 
But what the horses I run into, so fastidious! 
Neither lived I so long, nor I'll finish the song... 
I'll let horses to drink, I'll complete this refrain, 
Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... 

We're on time - to visit God - there is no such thing as lateness. 
So why the angels, over there sing with those malicious voices? 
Or perhaps it's just a bell - which is choked with sob and wail as - 
I beg to slow down the sledge - I shout at my crazy horses. 

Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! 
I am begging you, don't rush along! 
But what the horses I run into, so fastidious! 
Since I haven’t lived long, let me finish the song... 
I'll let horses to drink, I'll complete this refrain, 
Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... 


«THE FASTIDIOUS HORSES» «&#1050;&#1054;&#1053;&#1048; &#1055;&#1056;&#1048;&#1042;&#1045;&#1056;&#1045;&#1044;&#1051;&#1048;&#1042;&#1067;&#1045;» 


By the edge, near the cliff, at the very, very limit 
I am beating at my horses with my arm, a whiplash in it. 
I'm not getting enough air - drinking wind, the fog imbibing, 
And I scent with deadly rapture I am dying, I am dying! 

Just a little slower, horses, little slower now! 
Do not listen to the sharp whip, it is wrong! 
But the horses that I got are capricious ones 
I can't live to the end, I can't finish my song. 

I will let horses drink - the couplet I will sing 
For a little bit more I will stand on the brink... 

I will vanish - like a piece of dust by wind I will blown, 
In the morning they will drag me in the sleigh through the snow, 
O my horses, walk some slower, show a bit of moderation 
Just a little bit, prolong my way to final destination! 

Just a little slower, horses, little slower now! 
Do not listen to the sharp whip, it is wrong! 
But the horses that I got are capricious ones 
I can't live to the end, I can't finish my song. 

I will let horses drink - the couplet I will sing 
For a little bit more I will stand on the brink... 

We are here nobody comes late here to greet the Lord of Heaven - 
Then, why do the angels sing with voices so angry and heavy? 
Or the bell does shake from weeping, weeping gently, weeping deeply, 
Or I'm shouting to the horses that they do not run so quickly? 

Just a little slower, horses, little slower now! 
I pray to you don't hurry along! 
But the horses that I got are capricious ones 
I can't live to the end, I can't finish my song. 

I will let horses drink - the couplet I will sing 
For a little bit more I will stand on the brink... 


