I don’t like, when outcome is fatal Of this amazing life I’m never tired I don’t like whatever season If to create a song I’m not inspired I don’t like cold-blooded cynicism I don’t believe a frenzied fake delight I hate when someone reads my private letters And from behind my shoulder blocks the light I don’t like things partially or half way I hate being interrupted when I speak I am against shots in the back but also I don’t accept unmannered point-blank hits I cannot bear gossip, speculation The worms of flattery, hypocrisy and doubt Or when I hope that people could be better But It turns totally the other way around! I don’t like when life’s secure and sterile To that, I would prefer the failed brakes It is too bad that honor is forgotten And people live without any faith When in the dust I see the broken wings I have no tears of pity in my eyes I’m fond of neither violence nor weakness Just truly sad that Christ was crucified I don’t like myself when I’m a coward When helpless suffer I am outraged When someone pries into my soul, fury Inside me boils from the feet up to my head I don’t care for theater and arenas Where fake is sold for millions in change The world keeps spinning, but whatever happens With none of that I’ll never be OK.
© ?. Translation, 2023
© ?. Performance, 2023