This is our dance. We are enemies, but this dance is our.
We are dancing in the dark room, in the room wihtout a light. Without a light, just candles see our dance. Our war. Our war looks like this dance, our dance is our war.
At this night we can forget about our war, about enemies, about strategies and plans. Both we know, what will we do if someone does a wrong footstep. If I stumble, you will catch me. But if you do it... I think, I will push off you. And though you know it, you have risk. You know, that I will not give you a chance. So, we are dancing.
This is dance of enemies. This is our dance.