“Black-and-white world spreads under my wings Forests and streams, loughs and fields Mount, give me the freedom, inaccessible for people, Who’s potter underneath like ants, Fuss and nonchalantly pass away”
In torments and pain, from famine and plagues By hostile sword or in the bedroom, cursed
Religions, castles, money and slaves – All these deeds, needless in graves (Are nothing in contrast with freedom of spirit and mind!)
“Better to fly in the high Toward the infinite stars And be the goddess of the wind!”
Fly high in the sky With my eyes See my life Be envious to our tribe!
Thousands shimmering flowers I see in the night They radiate heat and lead me to the food I’m fearless and strong, I’m rude
From my serpentine hissing the animals quiver With my coils I’m asphyxia, by my venom I’m fever My silhouette insinuates the terror and the palsy But I am omnipotent and I can give the forces
For feeble people, dying from the maladies And thirsting for salvation to die soon with their fallacies
These thoughts of snake and raven Are sung on our brazen lips Their worlds are secret havens For our souls and boundless wits We need to seek our grandeur!