Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfektionisten, artist - Vintersorg. Album song Solens Rotter, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: Swedish
Perfektionisten(original) |
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 |
Optik, 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 |
(translation) |
Vinci's idea evoked the universal genius of the times |
With a brush in hand, but the palette in the hall of the mind |
Studied everything from the lifting power of birds to the water |
Movement energy |
A torchbearer of the human ideal of the Renaissance |
Each brushstroke was weighed on a gold scale |
Landscape after landscape was evoked |
But also the dissatisfaction in his critical past |
Branched from this strain |
He tasted the thirst for knowledge as a team buried |
A drought that could not be extinguished by the world's oceans |
His thoughts grew tall like pinnacles and towers |
In artistic anarchy |
In experimental alchemy |
To rise with winged machinery |
High above peaks and towers |
Nature was the encyclopedia of life |
Its images solidified his theses |
From mechanics to organic anatomy |
Between the country? |
Ingenious syntheses! |
Studies in art and architecture |
Optics, geology and the whole lineage of botany |
But perfection 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 end his progression |
And join static stones |