Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - Как кони медленно ступают

As the horses stepping slowly ,
How little lamps in the fire !
Strangers , truly know ,
Where they carry me.

And I entrust to their care .
I'm cold , I want to sleep ;
Planted at the turn ,
Towards starry ray.

Hothead shaking of
And the gentle hands of a stranger ice ,
And the dark spruces shape,
Still unseen by me .