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.
© ?. Translation, 2019