Deep in his heart__
I in mine was to suffer,
My friends in art
Judge tenderly this take-over.
He was an artist
A great patient,
He was an antagonist
Of the whole nation.
I was stronger than him
Much more vivid,
He was sensitive than me
Much more stupid.
We tried to change
We thought of each other,
We tried to change
Rather than to trust one another.
That is the reason why
I am asking for this:
Attention my friends!
Shoulder arms!
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!