I do not love for outcome to be fatal,
Never feel I the tiredness of life,
I do not love the every single season
If not my singing has some joy and laugh.

Neither I love some frosty cynic matters,
Admiring is not the thing I trust,
Nor should I love the stranger read my letters
By looking over shoulders of my back.

Neither I love when it is half-completed,
Nor do I, when it interrupts a talk.
I do not love gun shooting in the back and
I do oppose the shot straight in my heart.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

And when I see the wings are fully broken,
Have no remorse, and that's the reason why:
I do not love the violence and weakness
And sorry for the Christ they crucified.