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Once it starts there is no turning back,

And in a circle the racing horses almost fly,

Here again I missed them turn, 1

And in front of me is an even stronger horse than mine

And that is why when they were wild it wasn’t the same,

They never put things on people, just horses.

Why this hour, this hour is the hardest,

Our horses don’t always find us.

And it all could very well be wrong, 2

Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,

Then you don’t need another’s saddle.

It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,

Where all would be a champion,

If you could only choose from the horses.

I’ve been lucky with my horses year-round,

But luck isn’t the easiest of crafts.

And when luck flees -

Will be someone different. 3

And it all could very well be wrong,

Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,

Then you don’t need another’s saddle.

It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,

Where all would be a champion,

If you could only choose from the horses.

And it all could very well be wrong,

Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,

Then you don’t need another’s saddle.

It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,

Where all would be a champion,

If you could only choose from the horses.

If you could only choose from the horses.

1. He’s making a left turn! If you get that congrats…2. I think here he is stressing morally wrong. Like “yeah, forcing horses to race might be a little effed up.”3. In the end it isn’t just the horses but the people who ride them. If your horse fails it is your fault.

• Artist:Mashina vremeni