I donít like fatal outcomes
Never get tired of life
I donít like any time of the year
When I get ill or drunk.
I donít like straight-forwarded cynicism
Donít believe in exaltation, and also
When a stranger reads my letters
Glancing over my shoulder.
I donít like it when there is no other half,
Or when a conversation is interrupted.
I donít like it when they shoot in the back
I am also against shooting point-blank.
I hate rumors that pose as versions
The worms of doubt, the needle of honours
Or when itís all against the wind
Or when itís with iron against the window.
I donít like confidence built on satiety
I opt for failed brakes, in this case.
I am disappointed when the word "honor" is forgotten
And itís accepted to slander someone behind their back.
When I see broken wings,
I have no pity, and this isnít without a reason.
I donít like violence and weakness
Although I feel sorry for the crucified Christ.
I donít like myself when I fear,
It angers me when the innocent suffer.
I donít like it when someone worms into my soul
All the more when they spit into it.
I donít like maneges and arenas
There, a million is exchanged by rubles.
There might be big changes ahead,
But I will never like this!