I donít like the fatal outcome or reason. Iím never getting tired of my life. I write the happy songs in any season, Especially, in spring and summer nights. I do not like the icy cynicism, Delightful selfishness, and when sometimes, A stranger is reading in my letters By looking through my shoulder like a spy. I donít like to do things in halves and fifties, And I donít like an interrupted talk. Donít shoot me in the back, humiliator gifted! Donít shoot me right in front, when I have peaceful walk!         I do not like a gossip version, the worms of doubts, And honorary titled jokes. And when some people make conversions, Because they are dishonest folks. When I see broken wings... - I donít feel, - without purepose, - pity: And I donít like for violenceí, or weeknessí chase, - To hurt the people in the world donít look oík or pridy, - But only feel pity for the Jesusí crucifixinon I. And I donít like myself, when Iím afraid or fear, And feel in pain and provoked, when innocents are hurt... Donít like an interference in my private soul, Especially, when people spit in it..! Or sort..! And I donít like the stages and arenas nether: Were millions of money are changed for a cash... And, may be, in the future the sudden recess will happened - I would never be fallen in love for these..!
© Yanina Sitnyakovskaya. Translation, 2004