I do not like at all the fatal ending,
My life to me will never seem too long.
I do not like - whatever season - spending,
My time without singing merry songs.

I do not like when cynicism is blatant,
Don’t trust enthusiasm of any kind,
And more - when someone reads my private letters,
Unseen and silent, spying from behind.

I don’t like any thing half-done or would-be -
When interrupted thoughts are left unsaid.
I do not like when in the back they shoot me,
Nor would I like to be shot in the head.

I hate those gossip-like interpretations,
The worms of doubt, the needle of acclaim,
The never-ending harsh discrimination,
The mental pressure, when your nerves are tamed.

I don’t like when one acts assured and haughty, -
I’d rather see my brakes no longer act.
I’m sad to see the honor code forgotten
And people slandering behind each other’s back.

No pity do I feel for those hopeless -
For broken wings no sorry - it’s because
I don’t like those who force, nor those forceless, -
I pity only Jesus on the cross.

Don’t like myself when falling off my goal,
I’m saddened when the innocent they beat,
Don’t like them digging deep into my soul.
Just hate them spitting cruelly into it.

I do not like big halls, where people shout
And change a million for a coin apiece,
And even if the world is turned about -
There is no way for me to like all this!