I donít like fatal outcomes,
Frome life never not tire.
I donít like any time of year,
When happy songs I donít sing.
I donít like cold cynicism
In enthusiasm I donít believe, and still -
When another my reads letters,
Looking me through shoulder.
I donít like confidence satisfied.
Really better may refuse brake.
Sad me, how word "honor" forgotten,
And how in honor slander by eyes.
When I see broken wings,
no pity in me, and not without purpose.
I donít like violence and helplessness.
Here only sorry crucified Crist.
I donít like myself when I an cowardly.
Sad me, when innocents beat.
I donít like, when me crawl in soul.
All more, when in it spit.
I donít like maneges and arenas.
In them million change by ruble,
Though ahead big changes,
This is never not will like.