I don't like fatalities.
I never get tired of life.
I don't like any season
When I don't sing happy songs.

I don't like open cynicism
I do not believe in enthusiasm, and yet,

Looking over my shoulder.

I don't like it when half
Or when they interrupted the conversation.
I don't like being shot in the back
I am also against point blank shots.

I hate version gossip
Worms of doubt, honor the needle,
Or when everything is against the grain,
Or when iron on glass.

I don't like well-fed confidence
It's better to let the brakes fail!
It annoys me that the word "honor" is forgotten,
And what is the honor of slander behind the eyes.

When I see broken wings
There is no pity in me and for good reason -
I do not like violence and impotence,
That's just a pity for the crucified Christ.

It annoys me when the innocent are beaten,

Especially when they spit on it.

I do not like arenas and arenas,
They exchange a million rubles for them,

I will never love it.

Listen to the song "Vladimir Vysotsky - I don't like"

Analysis of the song "I don't love" Vysotsky

Vladimir Semenovich Vysotsky is a poet and writer who became famous in the late 70s of the last century. His work is categorical, bright, truthful and in some places brooks no objections. In his works, he openly shares his worldview with the reader, as if he is conducting a dialogue. Many of his works are open and vital, an example of such a work can be considered the work "I do not love."

In his poem “I don’t love,” Vysotsky boldly says that he doesn’t like it, which is contrary to his nature. The author directly and categorically expresses his position, saying that he hates. Six of the eight stanzas of the poem begin with the phrase "I don't love", while the expression itself is repeated 11 times in the text.

In a particular passage, there is a dislike for third-party interference in personal life, as well as for one's own habits and character traits.

I don't like cold cynicism
I do not believe in enthusiasm, and yet -
When a stranger reads my letters,
Looking over my shoulder.

Reading the lines of the work, you can see that the author is exacting not only to the world around him, but also to his weaknesses - he also does not like them, but does not deny them either. In the text, there is a transition from the personal "I" - to the public, lyrical hero identifies himself with a citizen of an immense and strong country, begins to speak on behalf of society.

I don't like well-fed confidence
It's better to let the brakes fail.
I'm annoyed if the word "honor" is forgotten
And if in honor slander behind the eyes.

In its style and mood, Vysotsky's song resembles a kind of manifesto bordering on confession - the author is so frank in his words. There are no doubts and reflections in the text, only an openly expressed position, faith in one's rightness and straightforwardness, as if everything the poet is talking about is absolute truth, the path to acceptance of which was long and full of torment.

I don't like myself when I'm shaking
I can't stand it when innocent people are beaten.
I do not like it when they climb into my soul,
Especially when they spit on it.
I do not like arenas and arenas -
They change a million rubles for them.
Let there be big changes ahead
I will never love it!

Speaking of change, Vysotsky firmly adheres to his principles - and openly declares that no changes can change his mind, nothing will make him think otherwise.

The poem “I don’t love” can be considered a reflection of the author himself, a kind of program that the poet followed all his life. The meaning of the song is not only in dislike for specific things, but also in what the author sets for himself above all else - to live with honor and honestly, despite the rapidly changing world.

Epigraph:

I am all in the light, accessible to all eyes, -
..............I proceeded with the usual procedure:
.............. I got up to the microphone as if to images ...
.............. No, no, today for sure - to the embrasure ...

Today I especially wheeze
.............. But I don’t risk changing the tone, -
..............After all, if I twist my soul -
..............He will never straighten the curve...

An excerpt from the poem *Singer at the microphone*
............... (Vladimir Semyonovich Vysotsky)

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I do not like
Vladimir Semyonovich Vysotsky

I don't like fatal outcome
I never get tired of life.
I don't like any season
When I don't sing happy songs.

I don't like cold cynicism
I do not believe in enthusiasm, and yet -
When a stranger reads my letters,
Looking over my shoulder.

I don't like when - half,
Or when they interrupted the conversation.
I don't like being shot in the back
I am also against point blank shots.

I hate version gossip
Worms of doubt, honor the needle,
Or - when all the time against wool,
or when iron on glass.

I don't like well-fed confidence, -
It's better to let the brakes fail.
I'm annoyed that the word *honor* is forgotten
And what is the honor of slander behind the eyes.

When I see broken wings
There is no pity in me, and for good reason:
I do not like violence and impotence, -
That's just a pity for the crucified Christ.

I don't like myself when I'm shaking
It annoys me when the innocent are beaten.
I do not like it when they climb into my soul,
Especially when they spit on it.

I do not like arenas and arenas:
They change a million rubles for them.
Let there be big changes ahead -
I will never love it!

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I DON'T LIKE!
Jani Sit

I don't like the fatal outcome or reason.
I "m never getting tired of my life.
I write the happy songs in any season,
Especially in spring and summer nights.

I don't like the icy cynicism,
Delightful selfishness, and when sometimes,
A stranger is reading in my letters
By looking over my shoulder like a spy.

I don't like to do things in halves and fifty,
And I don't like an interrupted talk.
Don't shoot me in the back, humiliator gifted!
Don "t shoot me right in front, when I have a peaceful walk!

I do not like a gossip version, the worms of doubts,
And honorary titled jokes.
And when some people make conversions,
Because they are dishonest folks.

When I see broken wings ... -
I don "t feel, - without purepose, - pity:
And I don't like for violence, or weekness chase,-
To hurt the people in the world don "t look o" k or pridy,-
But only feel pity for the Jesus" crucifixinon I.

And I don't like myself, when I'm afraid or fear,
And feel in pain and provoked, when innocents are hurt...
Don't like an interference in my private soul,
Especially when people sleep in it..! Or sort..!

And I don't like the stages and arenas nether:
Were millions of money are changed for a cash...
And, may be, in the future the sudden recession will happen -
I would never be fallen in love for these..!

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I don't like fatal outcome
I never get tired of life.
I don't like any season
When I don't sing happy songs.
I don't like cold cynicism
I do not believe in enthusiasm, and yet -
When a stranger reads my letters,
Looking over my shoulder.
I don't like when half
Or when they interrupted the conversation.
I don't like being shot in the back
I am also against point blank shots.
I hate version gossip
Worms of doubt, honor the needle.
Or - when all the time against wool,
Or when with iron on glass.
I don't like well-fed confidence
It's better to let the brakes fail.
I'm annoyed that the word "honor" is forgotten
And what is the honor of slander behind the eyes.
When I see broken wings
There is no pity in me, and for good reason:
I do not like violence and impotence,
That's just a pity for the crucified Christ.
I don't like myself when I'm shaking
And I don't like it when innocent people are beaten.
I do not like it when they climb into my soul,
Especially when they spit on it.
I do not like arenas and arenas,
They change a million rubles for them, -
Let there be big changes ahead
I will never love it I do not like a fatal outcome,
Life never get tired.
I don't like any time of the year,
When the merry songs don't sing.
I don't like the cold cynicism,
In the enthusiasm did not believe, and yet -
When someone else is reading my letters,
looking over my shoulder.
I don't like being half
Or when interrupted the conversation.
I don't like being shot in the back,
I am also against the shots at close range.
I hate gossip as versions
Worm of doubt, honors the needle.
Or - when all the time against the grain,
Or when iron glass.
I don't like self-fed ,
Better to let the brakes refuse.
It "s a shame to me that the word" honor "forgotten
And in honor of slander for the eyes.
When I see the broken wings,
No pity in me, and for good reason:
I don't like violence and powerlessness,
It is a pity the crucified Christ.
I don't like myself when I coward,
And I don't like when innocent sounding.
I don't like when I walk into the soul,
Especially when it sleeps.
I don't like arenas and arenas
They are a million change in the ruble
Let the big changes ahead,
I will never love it