Заратустра [Zarathustra] [English translation]

Having neither kin nor tribe

Without marks on his arms

From strange runaround

Came he known by no one

You will faint just for a moment

You will faint just for a moment

'Cause tight whip is singing in his hand

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the man

To pity someone

More persistent and beautiful

Is his song of all his forces

Of straitjacket is a flag

That he tailored for himself

You will faint just for a moment

You will faint just for a moment

'Cause tight whip is singing in his hand

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the man

To pity someone, anyone...

And his words are boomerangs

Hitting in their wrinkled foreheads

For his wounds and lacerations

Can't be forgotten

If he could wake up for just an instant

And touch all the untamed secrets

Touch all the untamed secrets let him, let him...

But somehow miraculously

His lips themselves

His lips whisper themselves: "Jawohl, jawohl!*"

You will faint just for a moment

You will faint just for a moment

'Cause tight whip is singing in his hand

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the one

Zarathustra's not the man

To pity someone, anyone...