the horses are privelevly,
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Along the cliff over the precipice,
Along the edge,
I am the horse of my whipping
I quit chasing.
Something is not enough for me
I drink the wind, I swallow the fog
I feel, with disastrous delight
I disappear, I disappear.
Slower horses,
Slightly slower
You do not listen to tight whip.
But something horses got me
Picky,
And did not have time to live,
I do not have time to finish.
I'll feed the horses, I will drink the verse,
At least a little more stand on the edge.
I'm gone, I fluff
The hurricane will sweep away
And in my sleigh gallop
Will entail over the snow in the morning.
You take a leisurely step
Go, my horses,
At least a little, but extend
The path to the last shelter.
Slower horses,
Slightly slower
Do not stick your whip and whip.
But something horses got me
Picky,
And did not have time to live,
I do not have time to finish.
I'll feed the horses, I will drink the verse,
At least a little more stand on the edge.
We had time to visit God
There are no delays
So what are the angels singing
Such angry voices.
Or is it a bell
The whole thing went wild with sobs,
Or I scream horses
So as not to carry the sleigh so fast.
Slower horses,
Slightly slower
I implore you not to fly.
But something horses got me
Picky,
If I did not have time to live
So at least finish singing.
I'll feed the horses, I will drink the verse,
At least a little more stand on the edge.