How sad is my dreary way
And I’m forlorn and unrest
The past that in dreams flies away
Torments ever bothering breast
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain
Nowhere is for me to make haste,
Nobody for me left to love
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain!
How want I midst these gloomy plains
Both treason and love off my world
But past is awaken again
By memory, my evil lord
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain
Nowhere is for me to make haste,
Nobody for me left to love
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain!
It was only lie and falsehood
Farewell happy dreams and that all
But pain of the still aching wounds
Forever will torture my soul
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain
Nowhere is for me to make haste,
Nobody for me left to love
Hey, coachman, stop racing in vain!
Риттер ямщик, не гони лошадей!
© Copyright: Андрей Дьяконов, 2015
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