COACHMAN, DON'T RIDE THE HORSES SO HARD

Sadness is all around me
The road ahead is cheerless
The past seems to be a dream
Which torments my sore heart
Looking at this dreary landscape
I wish I could forget
Love and faithlessness
But my memory is my enemy
And it keeps the past awake
Coachman, don't ride
The horses so hard
I have nowhere to rush
I have no one to love
So don't drive so fast

(from A Treasury of Russian Gypsy Songs)