I do not like an outcome that’s fatal, And never do get tired of my life. I’m really up to any ruthless battle When there’re songs that make for better strive. I do not like the cynicism that’s naked. I never trust enthusiasm and more - I do believe that something should be sacred - Like privilege to read my mail alone. I do not like incessant incompleteness, Or when connection is abruptly lost. Shots in the back - is what I hate to sickness. A point-blank shot - is what I hate the most. I do not like the wild and idle rumors, Disdain the doubt and flattering excess. I cannot stand the wrong way rubbing movements, And when the iron squeals against the glass. I do not like assurance with no bottom - Had better brakes malfunction on the ride. I’m really sad that honor is forgotten And evil slander’s honored with pride. When someone’s wings break down and I’m a witness, I’ve no compassion and whatever price, I do not like the violence and weakness - My only mercy left for Jesus Christ. I hate myself when I am caught with fear, And get upset when innocent is hurt. I do not like my soul approached near Moreover - when it’s wallowed in dirt. I do not like the craving for performance - The way a fortune’s wasted coin by coin. And even though there is a bit of solace, I’m never gonna like it - that’s my point.
© Dmitry Chemankov. Translation, 2011