I don’t like the outcome that’s fatal I will always have desire to live And I hate when comes the time of year All my cheery songs are taking leave I don’t like cynicism or deification Neither one will find place in my mind, And I hate it when a stranger reads my letters Peering through my shoulder from behind I don’t like to leave my things half-finished Or when conversation’s stopped mid-way Hate those shooting in the back and also Those who aim between the eyes, two feet away I don’t like the rumors born by vanity Worms of doubt, addicts hooked on praise And i hate when patted in the wrong direction And a dreadful tune a nail on chalkboard plays I don’t like excessive self-assurance I’d prefer for breaks to fail instead And it’s a shame a word like "honor" is forgotten Leaving room for gossip to be spread I don’t like the ones who bully others And those who are obediently victimized Their broken wings would not get my compassion Although i won’t deny my pity for the Christ I don’t like myself when i feel frightened Or when an innocent bystander takes the hit Or when people pry into my heart in search of something Or even worse, they try to spit in it I don’t like maneges or arenas Raising millions by pennies from the herd Even though big changes lay ahead of us I will always stay true to these words
© Larisa Yasser. Translation, 2010