I don't like
by Vladidmir Vysotsky
I don't like the fatal passing either,
And life is not the thing I'm tired with.
I don't like the every time of year,
When I can't joyously songs to sing.
I don't like the cold rotten cynicism,
And don't believe in ecstasy, and more:
I don't like when somebody is reading
My letters, looking over my shoulder.
I don't like when work is done in a half-way,
And don't like when the talk is interrupted.
I don't like the shooting in my back then,
But in the need I'll fire straight at somebody.
I don't like the gossip as a version,
The worms of doubt, honour thorn as a pass,
Or when they flatter contrary to coat,
Or when they draw with iron at the glass.
I don't like the confidence repleted,
It's better when the brakes then all break down.
How annoying, that 'honour' word's depleted,
While slander is distributed around.
When I do see the fractured wings, no pity
I have in me, and here the reason is:
I don't like the violence or weakness,
But I regret for crusified Christ.
I don't like myself, if I'm frightened,
And don't stand when the innocent are beaten.
I don't like when someone in my soul thrusts,
And ever more, when someone's spitting in.
I don't like the circus rings and stages,
Where millions're exchanged to only one rouble.
Let it would be in future many changes,
I never ever like this, to be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.beautifl rhyme and flo.liked it.