I do not like fatalities to deal with,
I never felt exhaustion from my life.
I do not like whatever time or season,
When Iím not singing songs to my delight.
I do not like cold-bloodiness of cynics;
I donít believe excitements and much more:
When stranger starts my private lettersí readings,
While leaning on my shoulder for support.
I do not like, when one of halves is missing,
Or when the conversation goes off track.
I do not like when someone shoots from distance,
I also much against shots at point-blank.
I hate diversions, hesitationsí fledglings,
The gossip game, the needle of ranks and class.
Or how we always ruffle someoneís feathers,
Or when we scratch with steel against the glass.
I do not like the confidence of nourished,
Iíd rather have a failure of the brakes!
It bothers me, that honor is long buried,
But we still honor slander in its place.
If I will see a pair of wings that broken,
For sure I wonít feel pity or remorse.
I do not like both violence and softness,
But yet I pity Jesus on the cross.
I do not like myself when Iím a coward
I feel resent when innocents are hurt.
I do not like, when someone pushes forward,
Into my soul, and stabs me in the heart.
I do not like arenas and high stages,
Where bartered cash and millions are alike.
If in the future time will bring big changes,
It never would be something that I like.