Я не люблю [Ya ne lyublyu] [English translation]

I do not like fatalities to deal with,

I never felt exhaustion from my life.

I do not like whatever time or season,

When I’m not singing songs to my delight.

I do not like cold-bloodiness of cynics;

I don’t believe in merriment and more:

Or when a stranger sees my mail and reads it,

While leaning on my shoulders for support.

I do not like when one of halves is missing,

Or when a conversation goes off track.

I do not like when someone shoots from distance,

I also much against shots at point-blank.

I hate diversions, hesitations' fledglings,

The gossip game, the needle of ranks and class.

Or how we always ruffle someone's feathers,

Or when we scratch with steel against the glass.

I do not like the confidence of nourished,

I’d rather have a failure of my brakes!

It bothers me that honor is long buried,

Instead we honor slander in its place.

If I can see a pair of wings that're broken,

I won't feel any pity or remorse.

I do not like both violence and softness,

But yet I pity Jesus on the cross.

I do not like myself when I’m a coward

I feel resent when innocents are hurt.

I do not like when someone pushes forward,

Into my soul, and stabs me in my heart.

I do not like arenas and high stages,

Where bartered cash and millions are alike.

So let it be that future brings big changes,

It never will be something that I like.

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky