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
