I don’t love a fatal outcomes,
I never get tired of life,
I don’t love any time of year,
In which I am sick or I drink.

I don’t love open cynicism,
I don’t believe in being trusting, and even less -
When a stranger reads my letters,
By glancing over my shoulder.

I don’t love when it’s half-way
Or when they interrupt me.
I don’t love when they shoot in the back,
I’m 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 don’t love overconfidence -
It’s better should the brakes fail.
I’m 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 don’t love violence and helplessness
I am pity the crucifiction of Christ.

I don’t love myself, when I act cowardly,
It annoys me when they beat up the innocent.
I don’t love when they climb inside my soul,
Even less, when they spit on it!

I don’t love stockmarkets or arenas -
There they exchange a million for a rubel...
So what if there are big changes be up ahead -
That I’ll never love!