On chains over mountains you cannot walk

Only the gods can do that

You have to crawl like a mountaineer

Driving a stake into the wall

Which is sometimes familiar painfully though

Clinging to the rings with a rope

Climbing up until you can’t take it

With the boot with the spikes into the granite to praise and to curse.

Nature is our gift

You will take it as much as you want

To see it, to hear it

And the feelings of consciousness awaken in you

With every move you harden your spirit

That is not so easy

But it gives you a chance to grasp

You can touch to the highest

When you approximate the level of God

Which is only inside you