O Lord, I cannot live on the land –
Let waves float me out over the sea.
Drinking foaming waves, I would soon
Turn into an Angel and fly away free!
In the city of the cruel,
There’s no value in endeavour.
I bury myself in thick white snow
To hide my heart forever.
But if I cower away from battle
Unnoticed and hard to see,
How can I then resent it
When fate’s unkind to me?
In my careless youth, I’d many a fault,
And made countless mistakes, of course.
Yet I am still a fiercely burning force,
And though I’m still far from my goal,
I’m a blue flashing,
LIGHTNING BOLT!
Translated John Farndon (Inglaterra)
