Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - История болезни

I was both weak and vulnerable
Trembling with all his being,
Bleeding his sick
Torn gut, -
And, like in a vulgar potpourri,
A huge forehead appeared at the door
And lit up inside
Healthy unkindness.

But the hand jerked imperiously:
"Lie facing the wall!" -
And my sides began to crumple
On a sticky trestle bed.

And the most important thing - he sat down at the table,
I sighed
And something brought me on |
Similar to a "case." | 2p

Here in the fingers tenacious and thin
The Adam's apple jerked funny
They clicked in the groin, then under the breath,
To the poor poor fellow.
When pressed under the rib -
How ecala my gut!
And blood feather
Into an innocent paper.

Half-crazy, half-hot
Stripped naked, -
Cooking a needle in the corner
Ageless hag -

And from hair roots to heels
Horror swept through the body:
What if an injection is euthanized, |
To sleepy split? | 2p

He is working on his stomach
Squeezed me a skull, and then
He pulled my forearms with a tourniquet
And the blood flow interrupted.
I was screaming, but fell silent, -
Dry lips on the lock, -
And he groaned, crooked, mok,
He wrote and rejoiced.

He went into a rage - a familiar rage, -
But I'm like a scream:
"What are you scribbling? Well, show
Secret Moor! .. "

The henchman - a former psychopath -
Tied my wrists
Tarnished, laid out in a row, |
Tools of addiction. | 2p

I rub and beat, and my temper is cool,
I can - peddling, I can - vskrut, -
But here they’ll humble, but here they’ll calm down -
I miss and miss.
I lay naked as a falcon
And the main one is a sniff and a sniff at the table -
Everything writes something to the protocol,
Although I do not answer.

No, you need to save power,
And then weakened, tired, -
After all, soon the heels will begin to burn,
To make me laugh

Keeping my nerve on the alert
But I feel disgusting -
They put a gut in my throat - |
I spat out back. | 2p

I'm taken in a vice, I'm taken in a tick -
They crawl for me, egozat,
They want to call everything, they want to find out,
Everyone tries to touch.
Five minutes will not pass here,
Like a soul taken out, worn out
They’ll tear everything apart, tear
Tighten and rinse.

"Breathe, breathe deeper with your mouth!
Exhale - die! "
"You exhale here - then
I’m unlikely to breathe! "

In all his dry mouth
I grin: "Well, orders!
The number will not work with me, |
Comrades, guys! "| 2p

They took the light and gave gas
Some kind of board lit up -
And pus splashed out of my eyes
And the trachea gurgled.
And he went wild, went into ecstasy,
They dragged for some reason a basin ...
I saw it once -
The film as a trophy.

They come to me from the back
And they give an injection ...
"Prick, sons of bitches,
But give the protocol! "

I even knelt
I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded and threatened |
He prayed and humiliated. | 2p

But they tightened the harness
I see - a harness,
All the red-haired devil is waiting
With a hair whip.
Where, where, but here they’ll take theirs!
And I guess, old jester:
When the hot rod
Now or later?

The Sabbath was hot and bald,
Sweat was pouring hot
There was a ringing - and the raven sat down
On a white shoulder.

And the raven shouted: "Nevermother!" -
He is quick and quick, -
Reminds: straight to the morgue |
A torture room comes out. | 2p

I lift my tail weakly
Although for them I am stupid and simple:
"Hey! For your biased interrogation
Will have to answer!
You, as you are by name,
Back to the old days!
But the interrogation protocol to us
Obliged to give! "

And I cross over my shoulder
To that scribble:
"I won’t sign it for you,
Until I read it! "

I have someone's yellow back
Replied impassively:
"And your signature is not needed - |
Everything is clear to us without it. "| 2p

"Sis, dear, do not be afraid -
I will not be silent, I will not bother
I’ll get warm from the protocol
When meeting with a lawyer!
I didn’t tell them anything
He didn’t show anyone,
Tell everyone I knew:
I remained their brother! "

He said, drawing a line:
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