I do not love when there is no happy ending
I am never getting tired of the life,
I do not love a year in any setting,
When a merry song won’t come without a strife.

I do not love misanthropists forbidding;
I don’t believe in gang-ho mood and else,
When stranger is my private letters reading
Over my shoulder peeking at my desk.

I do not love when it is only half-way
Or when they interrupted a good talk,
Or when it is against the mane for all day,
Or when against the glass with iron rock.

I hate any assumptions made from slander,
Worms of a doubt and distinction’s prods,
I hate it when they shoot in back and under
All reasons, I am against of point-blank shots.

I do not love the well-fed positiveness,
It is better go nuts in an honest rage,
It is bitter that the "honor" word is meaningless
And that they honor libels back of stage.

When I see broken faith, seduced innocence. -
No compassion in me, not even for a trice -
I do not love enforcement and impotence,
Though I feel pity for the crucified Christ.

I do not love myself when I am scared,
I am indignant for besmirched without fault,
I do not love it when my soul is spared
And more of that, when they are spitting in my soul.

I do not love maneges and arenas -
They swap a million there for a dime,
They might produce to us the greatest winners, -
I will not love them, I will never call them mine.