Lament Tytana [English translation]

So he is on top! finally on top!

At last He lived to see his glory!

Wallows his head in endless sky-blue

Under the foot there is heap of rocks

He became his own monument during the life

Now non-separable from the rock

So why inhuman howl comes from his mouth

Which the world is too little for?

In foggy valleys human habitats

Bright heat warms and strengthens

From his torch fire flashed

This is he who formed those people

Their misery was so close to him

That He provoked the gods for them

And now lightning flashes for him at night

And those - at his fate - Blind!

In human habitats anvils clash

And fire resounds from bellows

This is he who handed the tools over to them

He trained them the craft

He so fell in love with them - his creatures ungrateful

So waggled Them with freedom

That when wind moans with his howl

They pull hats on their ears

They will recall him dreaming up their myth

(Like He would had been dead for long time)

That he is nailed to the caucasian peaks?

But who would believe this?

That would replace him in his brigand’s torment

Some half-animal, half-man

For whom in the life without desires

Nothing matters anymore

They explain world in that way hastily

Formed from sludge and clay

Warming their idle hands by the fire

Free from the debt and guilt