He had good wealth and self-control.
He always hit his lustful goal.
He was a pure Aryan.
He liked rock music and good wine,
The films he watched were always fine -
He was an aesthete.
His cold and dazzling sight of eyes,
That tender poison of his smiles,
Controlled the minds of foes and women.
He gave away bouquets and candies
To gorgeous spicy bosomed ladies
And played with them to his delight.
He was considering and smart.
He was self-lover at his heart
He was on top of his ambitions.
Well-groomed majestic human stud,
He broke their hearts, tossed into mud
Over a night.
He was a model for his crowd.
He hated kids laughing out loud.
He had no wife.
His words inspired faithful crowd -Him on the pedestal so proud.
He was a leader!
He could do anything. And he had all.
For he was young, courageous, tall.
Whatever simply wished he’d got.
But one thing he had willed did not,
No matter how he tried he failed
To find the secret of affection
He tried each pass and each direction,
But couldn’t get the love itself...
Self-translated on 19.12.2009