Сoachman, don`t rush the horses (w. N. Ritter)
How it is sad vaguely around,
My way is dreary joyless,
And the past time seems a dream,
Weary the painful breast!
Chorus:
Coachman, don`t rush the horses!
I have nowhere to hurry more
I have no one to love more,
Coachman, don`t rush the horses!
So I thirst amid the gloomy plains
To forget the treason and the love
But the memory, my evil Lord,
Still wakes up the past time again!
Chorus.
All was just a lies and a deception.
Farewell and a dreams and a peace!
And the pain of the unclosed wounds
Will remain with me forever!
Chorus.
Coachman, don`t rush the horses! ..
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