I don t like by V. Vysotskiy

I feel just cold to fatal issue,
I’ve never felt the tiredness from life,
I really don’t like any season,
When merry songs I cannot write.

I really don’t like cynical ideas
And blind entrancement, besides
I hate when someone reads my letters,
Just standing silently behind.

I don’t like that was made just partly
Or when my talk was sharply torn
I don’t like them, who tries to shot me
No matter in my back or just in front.

I hate when someone tittle-tattles
The worms of dust and needles homage’s
Or when against the grain the finger touches,
Or when the iron brakes the glass.

I don’t like certitude in any semblance
Let one’s mind rather go without a brake
The “honor” is forgotten, what a nuisance
And every bug just slanders over faith.

When bleeding wings show me the clearance
Don’t try to find the sorrow in my eyes.
Disliking impotence and violence
It hurts so much to think about the Christ.

Abominating my own being frightened
It cuts my heart to see when  someone’s kicked,
I can’t it bear when they are trying
To warm into my confidence and spit.

I hate the arenas and rings of circus –
There will be treasure turned into the change,
And even when the volte-face takes focus
I’ll never give the second chance to them.

22/02/13