Ur Vincis ide vcktes tidernas universalgeni
Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal
Studerade allt fran faglars lyftkraft till vattnets
rrelseenergi,
En fackelbrare av renssansens mnniskoideal
Varje penseldrag vgdes pa guldvag,
Landskap efter landskap manades fram
Men ven missnjet i hans kritiska hag
Frgrenades fran denna stam
Han smakade kunskapstrsten som lag begraven,
En torka som ej kunde slckas av vrldshaven
Hans tankar vxte sig hga likt tinnar och torn,
I konstnrlig anarki,
I experimenterande alkemi,
Fr att stiga med vingat maskineri
Hgt over tinnar och torn
Naturen var livets encyklopedi,
Dess bilder befste hans teser
Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi,
Landet emellan? Genialiska synteser!
Studier i konst och arkitektur
Optic, geologi och botanikens hela tt
Men perfektionen blev till sist en bur,
Och han kunde ej ens frdigstlla ett enda portrtt
Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision
Och finna outforskade grenar
Att frdigstlla var att avsluta sin progression,
Och slla 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
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
