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Song by Vladimir Vysotsky Concert in Beauforthuis, Holland April 2020 Thijs Borsten - piano Fay Lovsky - guitar Arno Nieuwenhuize - drums Xander Buvelot - bass recorded by Parmando 24Culture On a rugged cliff , the very edge, above the endless gap. I keep lashing at my horses with my whip, rushing them... I'm getting (or get?) not enough air to breathe, I'm drinking wind, I'm swallowing the fog. I can sense with horrid wonder, I'm vanishing, I'm dying. Chorus Slow your gallop, oh my horses! Slow your gallop, I say! Don't you listen to my tight whip. But the horses I was given, wilful and so picky. (in Nederlands Kieskeurig) Can't complete the life I'm living, At least I hope to finish my singing.