Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Чуть помедленее кони

Along the cliff, in over a precipice, on the most on edge
I whip lashed his horses - to drive -
Something I have not enough air - wind drink, swallow the fog,
I feel a fatal delight: fading! I disappear!

A little slower, horses, a little slower!
You do not listen to the whip tight!
But something caught my horses choosy -
And I did not have time to live, I finish singing not enough.

I have satiated the horses,
I dopoyu verse -
Though a little more
I stand on the edge!

Sgin I fluff my hurricane will sweep away with his hands,
And in my sleigh entail a gallop through the snow in the morning.
You go a step slow, my horses!
Though a bit, but will extend the path to the final resting place!

A little slower, horses, a little slower!
Not ukazchiki you whip and whip!
But something caught my horses choosy -
And I did not have time to live, I finish singing not enough.

I have satiated the horses,
I dopoyu verse -
Though a little more
I stand on the edge!

We had - on a visit to God there are no delays;
Well there angels sing such evil voices?
Or is it all the bell went from crying?
Or I cry horses, so as not to carry the sleigh so quickly?

A little slower, horses, a little slower!
I beg you not to fly off at a gallop!
But something caught my horses fastidious ...
Kohl did not have time to live, so at least finish singing!

I have satiated the horses,
I dopoyu verse -
Though a little more
I stand on the edge!