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  • Текст песни Vintersorg - Perfektionisten

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    Ur Vincis ide väcktes tidernas universalgeni
    Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal
    Studerade allt fran faglars lyftkraft till vattnets
    rörelseenergi,
    En fackelbärare av renässansens människoideal

    Varje penseldrag vägdes pa guldvag,
    Landskap efter landskap manades fram
    Men även missnöjet i hans kritiska hag
    Förgrenades fran denna stam

    Han smakade kunskapstörsten som lag begraven,
    En torka som ej kunde släckas av världshaven

    Hans tankar växte sig höga likt tinnar och torn,
    I konstnärlig anarki,
    I experimenterande alkemi,
    För att stiga med vingat maskineri
    Högt over tinnar och torn

    Naturen var livets encyklopedi,
    Dess bilder befäste hans teser
    Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi,
    Landet emellan? Genialiska synteser!

    Studier i konst och arkitektur
    Optic, geologi och botanikens hela ätt
    Men perfektionen blev till sist en bur,
    Och han kunde ej ens färdigställa ett enda porträtt

    Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision
    Och finna outforskade grenar
    Att färdigställa var att avsluta sin progression,
    Och sälla sig till statiska stenar

    [English translation:]

    THE PERFECTIONIST

    From the den of Vinci the greatest polymath of all time was awoken
    With a brush in the hand, but the palette in the hall of mind
    Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water,
    A torch bearer of the Renaissance's human ideals

    Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales,
    Landscape after landscape was urge forth
    But also the dissatisfaction in his critical mind
    Was branched off from this stem

    He tasted the thirst for knowledge which lay buried,
    A drought which could not be quenched by the oceans

    His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers,
    In artistic anarchy,
    In experimenting alchemy,
    To rise with winged machinery
    High over pinnacles and towers

    Nature was Life's encyclopedia,
    Its images proved his thesises
    From mechanics to organic chemistry
    The land in between? Brilliant synthesises!

    Studies in art and architecture
    Optics, geology and the whole family of botany
    But the perfectionism eventually became a cage,
    And he could not even complete a single portrait

    For curiosity was his whole vision
    And to find unexplored branches
    To complete was to finish his progression,
    And to join static stones

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    From Vincis all time was awoken polymath
     With brush in hand, but the palette in the hall of mind
     Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the water
     kinetic energy ,
     A torchbearer of Renaissance human ideals

     Every brushstroke weighed on golden scales ,
     Landscape after landscape urge forth
     But discontent in his critical mind
     Branched off from this tribe

     He tasted thirst for knowledge which lay buried,
     A drought that could not be quenched by the oceans

     His thoughts grew high like towers and pinnacles ,
     In artistic anarchy
     In experimenting Alchemy ,
     To rise with winged machinery
     High over the battlements and towers

     Nature was Life encyclopedia
     Its images proved his propositions
     From mechanics to organic chemistry
     Land in between? Ingenious syntheses !

     Studied art and architecture
     Optics, geology and the whole family of botany
     But perfectionism eventually became a cage;
     And he could not even complete a single portrait

     For curiosity was his whole vision
     And find unexplored branches
     To complete was to finish his progression ,
     And join static stones

    [ English translation: ]

     THE perfectionist

     From the the of Vinci, the greatest polymath of all time was awoken
     With a brush in the hand , but the palette in the hall of mind
     Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water ,
     A torch bearer of the Renaissance 's human ideals

     Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales ,
     Landscape after landscape was urge Forth
     But overpriced the dissatisfaction in his critical mind
     Was branched off from this stem

     He tasted the thirst for knowledge Which lay buried ;
     A drought whichcould not be quenched by the oceans

     His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers,
     In artistic anarchy ,
     In experimenting alchemy ,
     To rise with winged machinery
     High over pinnacles and towers

     Nature was Life 's encyclopedia ;
     Its images Proved his thesises
     From mechanics to organic chemistry
     The land in between ? Brilliant synthesises !

     Studies in Art and architecture
     Optics , Geology and the whole family of botany
     But the perfectionism Eventually Became a cage ,
     And he could not even complete a single portrait

     For curiosity was his whole vision
     And to find unexplored branches
     To complete was to finish his progression;
     And to join the static stones

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