A heavy vault presses down upon me,
A big chain is clanking around me,
Now, blown by the wind,
Everything burns all around me.
I stand, leaning my head on the wall,
I hear, like a sick man in a dream,
When he sleeps, with his eyes open,
There’s thunder rolling in the world.

A flying wind outside my window,
Stirs the nettles,
A thick raincloud,
The wind carries over to the drowsy fields.
And God’s stars refuse
To cast a glance into my dungeon,
There is only the reflection of lightening on the wall,
As it sparkles in the window.

This beam of light comforts me,
As, in an impetuous blaze,
It breaks free from the cloud.
I cannot wait for God’s thunder
To shatter my fetters,
To open all doors ajar,
And knock down the guards
Of my hopeless prison.

Then I’ll go, I’ll go again,
I’ll go ramble in the thick woods,
Following a meandering road through fields,
Jostling in the bustling cities...