Below is the lyrics of the song Perfektionisten , artist - Vintersorg with translation
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Vintersorg
Ur Vincis ide väcktes tidernas universalgeni
Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal
Studerade allt fran faglars lyftkraft till vattnets
Rörelseenergi
En fackelbärare av renässansens människoideal
Varje penseldrag vägdes pa guldvag
Landskap efter landskap manades fram
Men även missnöjet i hans kritiska hag
Förgrenades fran denna stam
Han smakade kunskapstörsten som lag begraven
En torka som ej kunde släckas av världshaven
Hans tankar växte sig höga likt tinnar och torn
I konstnärlig anarki
I experimenterande alkemi
För att stiga med vingat maskineri
Högt over tinnar och torn
Naturen var livets encyklopedi
Dess bilder befäste hans teser
Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi
Landet emellan?
Genialiska synteser!
Studier i konst och arkitektur
Optik, geologi och botanikens hela ätt
Men perfektionen blev till sist en bur
Och han kunde ej ens färdigställa ett enda porträtt
Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision
Och finna outforskade grenar
Att färdigställa var att avsluta sin progression
Och sälla sig till statiska stenar
Vinci's idea evoked the universal genius of the times
With a brush in hand, but the palette in the hall of the mind
Studied everything from the lifting power of birds to the water
Movement energy
A torchbearer of the human ideal of the Renaissance
Each brushstroke was weighed on a gold scale
Landscape after landscape was evoked
But also the dissatisfaction in his critical past
Branched from this strain
He tasted the thirst for knowledge as a team buried
A drought that could not be extinguished by the world's oceans
His thoughts grew tall like pinnacles and towers
In artistic anarchy
In experimental alchemy
To rise with winged machinery
High above peaks and towers
Nature was the encyclopedia of life
Its images solidified his theses
From mechanics to organic anatomy
Between the country?
Ingenious syntheses!
Studies in art and architecture
Optics, geology and the whole lineage of botany
But perfection eventually became a cage
And he could not even complete a single portrait
For curiosity was his whole vision
And find unexplored branches
To complete was to end his progression
And join static stones
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