I don’t like, when outcome is fatal
Of this amazing life I’m never tired
I don’t like whatever season
If to create a song I’m not inspired

I don’t like cold-blooded cynicism
I don’t believe a frenzied fake delight 
I hate when someone reads my private letters
And from behind my shoulder blocks the light

I don’t like things partially or half way
I hate being interrupted when I speak
I am against shots in the back but also
I don’t accept unmannered point-blank hits

I cannot bear gossip, speculation
The worms of flattery, hypocrisy and doubt
Or when I hope that people could be better
But It turns totally the other way around!

I don’t like when life’s secure and sterile
To that, I would prefer the failed brakes
It is too bad that honor is forgotten
And people live without any faith 

When in the dust I see the broken wings
I have no tears of pity in my eyes
I’m fond of neither violence nor weakness 
Just truly sad that Christ was crucified

I don’t like myself when I’m a coward
When helpless suffer I am outraged
When someone pries into my soul, fury
Inside me boils from the feet up to my head

I don’t care for theater and arenas
Where fake is sold for millions in change
The world keeps spinning, but whatever happens
With none of that I’ll never be OK.