I need an enemy so i can find peace
So that everything meaningless becomes understandable
So behind my back sparks would be flying
From the fire of hate- black flint
I need an enemy so i can live
Calmly knowing that he is somewhere near
So the thread of anger would sew day to day
So lie would thunder like an exploded projectile
I need an enemy to be like me -
A merciless, tortured bastard
Chipping bottles to act as weapons
Child weakening with old age
I need an enemy to be myself
When I hold love in my arms
Looking with a trembling, bloody hand
For a lock's secrets in silken dress folds
And he will come and stand before me
Piercing me with my own eyes
The moon reflected in them flashing
Just slightly exaggerated by tears
The poplar fluff of moments will be burnt
By sudden fury flaring like a firework
And a devil will meet a devil, -
In stupid caps, to make evil laugh
The iron of the fists will begin to rust the blood
Testing the strength of the granite faces' stubborness
And malice will wash out of the shore of madness
And the drunkenness of hate will reign
And looking at the one who fell into the void
Of the oblivion of a painful defeat, -
All I can see is myself lying on the floor
And pleading for the miracle of resurrection