Look up to the mountains
and see how little we are.
See the waves come
and go from the endless seas.
Touch the eternal winds
and feel how paltry we are.

The sun rises and the sun sets.
The ages arise and collapse.
Life will revive and fade away.
As an infinite stroy.

“The fair sun high above the endless seas
smiles at our ardent attemps to be mighty.

Mors sola fatetur, quantula sint hominium corpuscula.

With the garb of former life,
Gaea covered up her nakedness.
So is our wine made from
tears of our forefathers.

Naturam frenare potes,
sed vincere numquam.
Naturam expelles furca,
tamen usque recurret.

Our lives are just a fraction of the centuries old earth.
Generations will come and go, yet Gaea remains forever.

“The bright stars high above in the dark skies
cries for our horrible treason towards our earth”.