Capricious Horses Vladimir Vysotsky Along the ledge, on a brink of a precipice. I lash my horses, drive them on. Somehow the air is not enough for me, I drink the wind, I swallow the fog, Feeling with a reckless delight, that I am vanishing, vanishing. Slow down my horses, slow down! Don’t listen the tight whip! But somehow I got the capricious horses - I didn’t finish living; I will not end my song. I will let my horses drink water, I will finish sing my verse. For a moment, somehow I will stand on the edge... I will go like a feather from a hand - the hurricane will sweep me, And the galloping horses will pull my sleigh on the morning snow. Pace yourselves, my horses, do not hurry, Let my last way to the shelter will be longer, just a little! Slow down, my horses slow down! The whip and lash are not your overseers! But somehow I got the capricious horses - I didn’t finish living; I will not end my song. I will let my horses drink water, I will finish sing my verse. For a moment, somehow I will stand on the edge. We’ve come in time: no late comings to God, - Why then angels sing with such vicious voices? Or is it a ringing bell got numb from sobbing? Or is it me, crying to the horses not to carry the sleigh so fast?! Slow down my horses, slow down! I beg you, do not ran at such fast pace! But somehow I got the capricious horses - I didn’t finish living; I will not end my song. I will let my horses drink water, I will finish sing my verse. For a moment, somehow I will stand on the edge. Oleg Dimov. Translation, 2011 The Fastidious Horses A Translation by Maya Jouravel: By the cliff, along the precipice, right over deadly ground, With the whip, I strike my steeds; strike them hard to urge them forward. I am getting short on air, gulp the haze, drink the wind, yet With a fatal rapture, sensing: I am done for, I am done for! Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! Dont you listen to my stinging thong! But the horses -- just my luck! -- are so hard to please! Neither lived I so long, nor will I finish this song... I will let horses drink, Ill complete this refrain, Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... I will vanish from the Earth, swept by a storm like fluffy feather; At a gallop, in the morning by the snow theyll drag me over Cant you please prolong my journey to the end of my tether? Cant you ease your dash, my horses, carry on a little slower? Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! Dont take orders from my whip and thong! But the horses -- just my luck! -- are so hard to please! Neither lived I so long, nor will I finish this song... I will let horses drink, Ill complete this refrain, Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... Just on time - one cant be late arriving at Gods quarters! Why do the angels over there sound like some nasty mortals? Or, perhaps, its just a sleigh-bell thats gone mad and burst out sobbing, Or its me shouting at my steeds to slow down my sled from dashing. Slow down a bit my horses, slow down, please! I am begging you, dont rush along! But the horses -- just my luck! -- are so hard to please! Since I havent lived long, let me finish this song... I will let horses drink, Ill complete this refrain, Just a little bit more I will stay on the brink... 4 different version of capricious horses https://youtube/watch?v=6_eedutRi5o https://youtube/watch?v=LpVmVD80_88 https://youtube/watch?v=DyncevTfgqM by Marilya Rodovich https://youtube/watch?v=17wGaDcp3TI
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 09:33:18 +0000
Trending Topics
© 2015