I don’t like fatal outcomes,
Frome life never not tire.
I don’t like any time of year,
When happy songs I don’t sing.

I don’t like cold cynicism
In enthusiasm I don’t believe, and still -
When another my reads letters,
Looking me through shoulder.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

I don’t like confidence satisfied.
Really better may refuse brake.
Sad me, how word "honor" forgotten,
And how in honor slander by eyes.

When I see broken wings,
no pity in me, and not without purpose.
I don’t like violence and helplessness.
Here only sorry crucified Crist.

I don’t like myself when I an cowardly.
Sad me, when innocents beat.
I don’t like, when me crawl in soul.
All more, when in it spit.

I don’t like maneges and arenas.
In them million change by ruble,
Though ahead big changes,
This is never not will like.