Ф. Ницше - Так говорил Заратустра. О дереве на горе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Zarathustra noticed that one young man avoids him. And once in the evening, when he walked alone in the mountains surrounding the city, called the "motley cow", he met this young man sitting on the ground, by the tree, and looking with a tired gaze into the valley. Zarathustra touched the tree, whose young man was sitting, and said like this:

"If I wanted to shake this tree with my own hands, I could not do it.

But the wind, invisible to us, torments and oppresses him where he wants. Invisible hands are even more bent and torment us. "

Then the young man stood embarrassed and said: "I hear Zarathustra, I just thought about him." Zarathustra answered:

"Why are you scared? The same thing happens with a person as with a tree.

The more he strives upward, to the light, the deeper the roots dig into the ground, down, into darkness and depth - to evil. "

“Yes, to evil!” Exclaimed the young man. “How is it possible that you opened my soul?”

Zarathustra laughed and said: "There are souls that will never be discovered, except at first they will invent them."

“Yes, to evil!” Exclaimed the young man again.

You said the truth, Zarathustra. I do not believe in myself, since I am striving up, and no one already believes in me - but how did it happen?

I change too quickly: mine refutes mine today yesterday. I often jump over the steps when I rise - not a single step forgives me this.

When I'm upstairs, I always find myself alone. No one speaks to me, the cold of loneliness makes me tremble. What do I want on top?

My contempt and my longing are growing at the same time; The higher I rise, the more I despise the one who rises. What does he want on top?

How as I am ashamed of my ascent and stumbling! How fun I am over my impulsive breathing! How I hate I fly! How tired I am on top! "

Then the young man fell silent. And Zarathustra looked at the tree in which they stood, and said this:

"This tree stands lonely here on the mountain, it has grown high above man and animal.

And if it wanted to speak, there would be no one who could understand him: it grew highly.

Now it is waiting and waiting - what is it waiting for? It is too close to the clouds: it is probably waiting for the first lightning? "

When Zarathustra said this, the young man exclaimed in severe excitement: “Yes, Zarathustra, you say the truth. I wanted your death, striving in height, and you are the lightning that I was waiting for! Take a look that I have come since you appeared To us? Envy to you destroyed me! " - So the young man said and cried bitterly. And Zarathustra hugged him and led him away.

And when they walked together a little, Zarathustra began to speak like that;

- my heart is torn. More than your words, your look tells me about the danger that you are exposed.

You are not free yet, you are still looking for freedom. The awake has made you your search and deprived you of sleep.

You strive for free height, your soul longs for stars. But your bad instincts also crave freedom.

Your wild dogs want to be freed; They bark with joy in their cellar, while your spirit seeks to open all prison.

In my opinion, you are still imprisoned in prison, dreaming of freedom; Ah, the soul becomes wise in such prisoners, but also crafty and bad.

The still freed spirit should be cleansed. It has many more from the prison and from the musty: his gaze should still become pure.

Yes, I know your danger. But I conjure you with my love and hope: do not throw my love and hope!

You still feel noble and noble to you also feel you who do not love you and sends you evil views. Know that everyone has a noble one across the road.

Even for good ones, there is noble across the road; And even when they call him good, they want to eliminate him from the road.

New wants to create a noble, new virtue. The old one wants good and so that the old is preserved.

But not in that danger