I don’t like the fatal outcome or reason.
I’m never getting tired of my life.
I write the happy songs in any season,
Especially, in spring and summer nights.

I do not like the icy cynicism,
Delightful selfishness, and when sometimes,
A stranger is reading in my letters
By looking through my shoulder like a spy.

I don’t like to do things in halves and fifties,
And I don’t like an interrupted talk.
Don’t shoot me in the back, humiliator gifted!
Don’t shoot me right in front, when I have peaceful walk!

 
 
 
 

I do not like a gossip version, the worms of doubts,
And honorary titled jokes.
And when some people make conversions,
Because they are dishonest folks.

When I see broken wings... - I don’t feel, - without purepose, - pity:
And I don’t like for violence’, or weekness’ chase, -
To hurt the people in the world don’t look o’k or pridy, -
But only feel pity for the Jesus’ crucifixinon I.

And I don’t like myself, when I’m afraid or fear,
And feel in pain and provoked, when innocents are hurt...
Don’t like an interference in my private soul,
Especially, when people spit in it..! Or sort..!

And I don’t like the stages and arenas nether:
Were millions of money are changed for a cash...
And, may be, in the future the sudden recess will happened -
I would never be fallen in love for these..!