Poem

 1 Sense |        Shqisë, shqisë)~Senses, oh my first victims,~You are
 2 Sense |   crime immune to law.~Senses, oh my sacred victims,~So it
 3 Sense |      is again tonight,~Lucid,~(Oh Lord, how lovely you are
 4 Sense |     for you,~No one wants you, oh my senses.~And the brain,
 5 Foe   |        death nailed our souls.~Oh, yes indeed, you are what
 6 Foe   |      Of our mutual aggression.~Oh, that day when we killed
 7 Obv   |      the immortality of death.~Oh, now that you are expiring,
 8 Mire  |       to be imposed on memory?~Oh, this mad history will not
 9 Mire  |        terrestrial splendour.~"Oh, and the last one of them~
10 Mire  |   exhausted soul is revived...~Oh, those hands,~The wisdom
11 Mire  |      flagrancy of these stars,~Oh, will they be remembered,
12 Mental|       With skulls dismembered.~Oh, my sacred madmen,~How I
13 Mental|        fixed~On one sole idea,~Oh, only on one sole idea,~
14 Mental|     from country to country...~Oh, what shrieking echoes~Out
15 Del   |    blood crushed ~In solitude.~Oh, ingenious is this state,~
16 Del   | strength and such suspicion...~Oh, unceasingly~You survey
17 Del   |     only myself in my hands...~Oh, is there any greater bliss
18 Euro  |        Europe~(Europë lindore)~Oh, race of the steers of passion~
19 Euro  |        gives life to my veins,~Oh, tranquillity of oppression,
20 Euro  |   ahead and explode,~Depart...~Oh, purity of the East, fresh
21 Euro  |         Extinction once again.~Oh, fresh fears budding like
22 Euro  |    which you have inseminated?~Oh, crucified cries in the
23 Euro  |     empty recesses of my mind,~Oh, knives of pain which shatter
24 Euro  |     which shatter on my skull,~Oh, pride, strength, attribution
25 love  |        When it is not a means.~Oh Lord, where are you hiding?~
26 Death |                 Death~(Vdekja)~Oh, eternal and omnipotent
27 Mad   |       number one in her books.~Oh, I'm just mad about Campari...~