I don’t like fatal outcomes
Never get tired of life
I don’t like any time of the year
When I get ill or drunk.

I don’t like straight-forwarded cynicism
Don’t believe in exaltation, and also
When a stranger reads my letters
Glancing over my shoulder.

I don’t like it when there is no other half,
Or when a conversation is interrupted.
I don’t like it when they shoot in the back
I am also against shooting point-blank.

I hate rumors that pose as versions
The worms of doubt, the needle of honours
Or when it’s all against the wind
Or when it’s with iron against the window.

I don’t like confidence built on satiety
I opt for failed brakes, in this case.
I am disappointed when the word "honor" is forgotten
And it’s accepted to slander someone behind their back.

When I see broken wings,
I have no pity, and this isn’t without a reason.
I don’t like violence and weakness
Although I feel sorry for the crucified Christ.

I don’t like myself when I fear,
It angers me when the innocent suffer.
I don’t like it when someone worms into my soul
All the more when they spit into it.

I don’t like maneges and arenas
There, a million is exchanged by rubles.
There might be big changes ahead,
But I will never like this!