I Don’t Like — Vladimir Vysotsky — English Version

It’s more of an acoustic guitar poem rather than a song I don’t like, when outcome is fatal Of this amazing life I’m never tired I don’t like whatever season If to create a song I’m not inspired I don’t like cold-blooded cynicism I don’t believe a frenzied fake delight I hate when someone reads my private letters And from behind my shoulder blocks the light I don’t like things partially or half way I hate being interrupted when I speak I am against shots in the back but also I don’t accept unmannered point-blank hits I cannot bear gossip, speculation The worms of flattery, hypocrisy and doubt Or when I hope that people could be better But It turns totally the other way around! I don’t like when life’s secure and sterile To that, I would prefer the failed brakes It is too bad that honor is forgotten And people live without any faith When in the dust I see the broken wings I have no tears of pity in my eyes