Vyacheslav Chistyakov - Stubborn Horses

Over a chasm, down by a precipice, on verge of a disaster,
I am urging on my horses, whipping them to go faster...
Lack of air I am feeling - drinking wind I try to master,
And perceive - I’m being perished, - with delight of ruinous gusto.

Yet be slower, my horses, you’d be slower a little bit!
No need to obey stingy lash!
But my horses are too squeamish, - nothing can be done with it -
Couldn’t live to the end of wishes, can I make the end of splash?

I will water my bays; I will finish my plays -
Let me stand for awhile at the bays of my days...

I’ll be gone the way a leaflet is swept down by gusty winding,
And by sleigh one early morning I’ll be drawn to destination,
Still slow down your pace, my horses, - I’m to have some time for bidding, -
For a little while prolong it - the way to the final allocation.

Go slower, my horses; you’d be slower a little bit!
Do not follow the orders of lash!
But my horses are so fussy, - can’t do anything with it -
Wasn’t in good with life completing, - will be able to make a splash?

I will water my bays; I will finish my plays -
Let me stand for awhile at the bays of my days...

We’re in time, for none has ever been too late to the God’s camper,
Hear the angels - they are singing, but the voices are not beamish,
Or it’s only just a hand bell has been flying into temper,
Or it’s me - address the horses to moderate their pace to the finish.

Go slower, my horses; you’d be slower a little bit!
Your full gallop is going wrong!
But my horses are so fussy, - can’t do anything with it -
Have't been able to keep on life, can be able to finish the song?

I will water my bays; I will finish my plays -
Let me stand for awhile at the bays of my days...