I can't say that I don't hate I hate a lot of things The smell of detergents in restrooms ...For Misters and Madams The garbage bags on the hills The burned butter in the early mornings Just like those songs on the radio The shop windows and the latest trends Blue for boys and pink for girls The sound of electric generators The herds of motorbikes I hate all of this But I love life I hate a lot of things The big bellies in pants The cigars in wealthy suits Babies with bottles With no mothers or fathers Girls pushing prams With worries that have no bounds Chatting on their phones And those series on television The dubbed men and the dubbed women Turks speaking Syrian I hate all of this But I love life I can't go on hating And speaking my mind Life keeps flowing With or without me The days that have passed Will be replaced by other days to come Life keeps flowing With or without me I hate a lot of things The dark windows on 4x4 cars All the macho bodyguards Who wander between the tables With their eyes on each one of us The tattoos on women's lips and eyebrows All the committees and all the speeches All the offers and sales The ones who beg over their dead The ones who join the party And the ones who have left I hate a lot of things I hate everything But I love life I hate February I hate cats I hate meowing, I hate fur I hate car traffic in the evenings The bumps and the holes on the streets And when the rain starts pouring The water fills my living room I hate the snow and the cold It covers all the flowers I hate endings Because they look nothing like beginnings I hate everything I hate everything I can't go on hating And speaking my mind Life keeps flowing With or without me The days that have passed Will be replaced by other days to come Life keeps flowing With or without me It is so fragile It is barely standing Yet it keeps flowing With or without me The days that have passed Will be replaced by other days to come Life keeps flowing With or without me