on the Earth
for always and always and always.
Get up on his back, and ride him.
How the Man first mounted the Horse.
But the man didn't know
how one should mount a horse.
After all, nobody in the world
had ever yet ridden a horse.
Oh, I don't know; I won't advise.
But the Man, confidently,
bravely, proudly,
fearlessly,
assuredly,
took a running start...
Took a running start to where?
Oh, I don't know...
And the unbroken,
never-once-ridden Horse,
submitted!
That is how the Man first mounted the Horse.
Forward!
We are flying to the distant horizon
Hold harder and run lighter
More and more the wind sings to us
Faster and faster
the land rushes to meet us
What's beyond the horizon?
the horizon?
We've galloped 5000 miles
from the Old World!
Mustangs! Look, mustangs!
Only the wind,
the mighty Northwest,
scouts ahead of the brave adventurers!
We are the first who will travel
the limitless prairies of America!
But what's unfolding before us?
The fog, the horizon,
the horizon,
beyond which
we so yearn to look!
What's beyond the horizon?
There is only sand here.
...and the scorched sky.
The lone horseman here feels that he is
a lost grain of sand.
Not a mouthful of water.
Not a handful of hay!
The hot breath of the sandstorm
blinds the proud adventurers.
Yet we will still
overcome the merciless Sahara desert!
And again opens ahead of us
the mysterious horizon.
Beyond which
we so yearn to look!
What's beyond the horizon?
Now this is a mountain!
It touches the very sky!
It is called Chomolungma.
8848 metres above sea level.
Yes... on such an ascent...
one can only go with a true friend!
You and I,
You and I are on top of the world!
Yet here comes upon us
the fascinating horizon
The horizon
Beyond which
we so yearn to see
what's beyond the horizon?
What's beyond the horizon?
I see... land!
This is Australia!
Kangaroos live here!
And the wild dog Dingo!
Once again flees from us
the mystifying horizon
The horizon
Beyond which
we so yearn to see
what's beyond the horizon?
What's beyond the horizon?
Titanic blocks of ice
fracture and reverberate.
The fierce snowy squall destroys
mountains of ice
above the manly explorers of Antarctica.
We're on the edge of the world.
<-Moscow   Moon->
Here the foot of Man has not yet trod!
The eternal calling
the unknown horizon
beyond which
no-one has yet passed
Ahead - the uncharted path!
The uncharted path.
What's beyond the horizon?
What's beyond the horizon?
It's too bad you're not alive.
In the twilight by a waterhole
all the wild animals gathered together
and guessed alarmingly
why
did the Wild Dog and Wild Horse not return?
Oh my friends, and my enemies,
I will go, and see everything
and recount everything.
Cat, come with me.
No.
And the Wild Cow went alone.
Meanwhile...
the Woman
let loose her dense hair,
and painted white clay on her face and hands
She devised this
She created this
She sung this;
the world's third Singing Magic.
O, owner of the sky, the Moon!
Who is light in the darkness...
You drag the curtain of night,
And gather animals under your cover
You fill to the brim with radiance
the waterhole, and
animals you attract to it
O, my caring Moon,
give me her to feed,
so that she would feed my family
I will shelter her from enemies,
as you shelter your own herds.
Let her milk...
be white as your vaporous fogs,
aromatic as the night air,
sweet as your flowers.
Thank you, oh Moon!
O, my enemy and wife of my enemy
Where have the Wild Dog
and Wild Horse gone, mm?
You did not come here for Wild Dog,
or the Wild Horse,
But for this quiet dwelling.
That seems to be so.
Wild thing out of the wild woods,
give me two times a day
warm, white milk,
and you will always live
in this comfy abode.
said the Cat,
this is a very clever Woman,
but she is still not so clever as I am.
How the Cow became short-horned.
The Cow really liked her new dwelling,
where