I donít love a fatal outcomes,
I never get tired of life,
I donít love any time of year,
In which I am sick or I drink.
I donít love open cynicism,
I donít believe in being trusting, and even less -
When a stranger reads my letters,
By glancing over my shoulder.
I donít love when itís half-way
Or when they interrupt me.
I donít love when they shoot in the back,
Iím also against shooting from a benchrest.
I hate rumors in the form of a version,
Or worms of doubt, a needle of honor...
Or when someone is always against fur,
Or when they beat iron against glass.
I donít love overconfidence -
Itís better should the brakes fail.
Iím annoyed, that the word honor has been forgotten
And that honor is now a slander to the eyes.
When I see broken wings -
I have no pity and for good reason:
I donít love violence and helplessness
I am pity the crucifiction of Christ.
I donít love myself, when I act cowardly,
It annoys me when they beat up the innocent.
I donít love when they climb inside my soul,
Even less, when they spit on it!
I donít love stockmarkets or arenas -
There they exchange a million for a rubel...
So what if there are big changes be up ahead -
That Iíll never love!