Waldemar Bajak - Nie lubię

I do not like it in the stories of the evil end
And when in life I want to sleep out of boredom
I do not like winter and sun like me
If you are happy songs, I do not want to play

I do not like the power of cold cynicism
I do not believe in rapture and also mention that
I do not like when someone reads my letters
Looking into them through my shoulder

I do not like when someone torments me for hecy
Or when I'm interrupted by conversations
I do not like when someone shoots in the back
And also when aiming closely at the temple

I hate rumors in this formula
That I will fail and that it is bad
I do not like when under the hair I caress tenderly
Or when they draw on the glass with iron

I do not like those who have been given this power
But for them, no cent counts
And badly, words like "honor" were forgotten
And the honorary man is disgusted today

Do not feel sorry for me when the bastard cries out: help!
And before that, human souls stuck to the stake
I do not like violence and infirmity
Christ, especially sorry for me on the cross

I do not like myself when I grow up
And badly when the innocents owe
I do not like when others want to give me a soul
Especially when they want to spit on me

I do not like blood and crowd in the arena
On them, souls change into a rubles dog
Translating it with us a step forward in price
I will never like it!