Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Письмо в редакцию телевизионной передачи

Dear transfer! On Saturday, almost crying
The whole Kanatchikova dacha was torn to the TV,
Instead of eating, washing at the well and forgetting,
The whole mad hospital has gathered at the screen.

He spoke, wringing his hands, rhetoric and troublemaker
About the impotence of science in front of the secret of Bermuda,
I smashed all the brains to pieces, braided all the convolutions,
And the Kanatchikov authorities are giving us a second injection.

Dear editor, maybe it's better about the reactor, eh?
About your favorite lunar tractor? After all, you can't, for a year in a row
They scare with plates, they say, mean, fly,
Now your dogs bark, then you say the ruins.

We got used to something, we beat our plates all year
We already ate the dog on them, if the chef does not lie to us,
And we piles of medicines in the toilet, who is not a fool,
This is life, what if Bermuda. These are the times. You can't do that!

We did not make a scandal, we lacked a leader.
There are few real violent ones, so there are no leaders.
But for the intrigues and nonsense of the network, we also have nonsense,
And the evil intrigues of enemies will not spoil our mass.

It is their skinny devils who muddy the water in the pond,
Churchill invented it all in 1918.
We wrote a TASS note about explosions, about fires,
Then the orderlies rushed in and fixed us.

Those who were especially firing pin were bolted to the backs of the beds.
The paranoid fought in the foam, like the witcher at the Sabbath:
"Untie the towels, believers, fanatics.
We have bermut in our hearts and bermut in our souls. "

Forty souls howl in shifts, white-hot.
That's how much triangular affairs are disturbing,
Everybody was almost crazy, even who was crazy
And then the head physician Margulis banned the TV.

There he is, a snake, looming in the window, hiding a plug behind his back
Gave a sign to someone, which means: "Paramedic, pull out the wires."
And we just have to prick and fall to the bottom of the well,
And there is an abyss at the bottom of a well, like in Bermuda - forever.

Well, tomorrow the children will ask, visiting us in the morning:
"Dads, what did these doctor candidates say?"
We will answer our children the truth - they care,
Amazing nearby, but it is forbidden.

And there is a dentist-homeworker, Rudik, he has a receiver "Grundig"
He twists it at night, catches it, contra, Germany
He was there a merchant in clues and moved by reason,
And he came to us in an eerie and disturbed
Stomach, and with a number on his leg.

He came running extremely excited and shocked us with the message,
As if our already scientific liner is mired in a triangle.
Died, spent fuel, all fell apart,
But our two crazy brothers were picked up by fishermen.

Those who survived the cataclysm are in pessimism,
They were brought to our hospital yesterday in a glass prism.
And one of them, a mechanic, told, escaping from the nannies,
That the Bermuda polyhedron is the uncovered navel of the earth.

What was there, how did you escape? Everyone climbed and pestered
But the mechanic only shook and the plane trees fired.
He cried, then laughed, then bristled like a hedgehog,
He mocked us. Well crazy, what will you take?

A former alcoholic, swearing man and seditious man took off,
Says: "We must drink the triangle. For three, give it!"
Dispersed - and sprinkles: "The triangle will be drunk.
Whether it is a parallelepiped, whether it is a circle, you are a louse! "

Let it be a crazy idea - do not rush to solve,
Answer us sooner through the dock of the head physician.
Best regards, date, signature. Answer us, otherwise
If you do not respond, we will write to "Sportloto".