Текст песни Владимир Высоцский - Ошибка вышла.

I was weak and vulnerable, trembling with all my being, Bleeding with my sick, tortured insides. And, as if in a vulgar pimple, a huge forehead appeared in the door And lit up from the inside with a huge evil. But a hand twitched imperiously: "Lie, face to the wall!" And now they began to crumple my sides on the sticky trestle bed. And the main one sat down at the table, sighed madly 2 times And started something at me, similar to the case. / Here in the tenacious and thin fingers the Adam's apple twitched funny, Pressed in the groin, then in the belly, on the poor fellow's liver. When pressed under the rib, as yokalo my gut, And blood spat the pen into innocent paper. In half-delirium, in half-dust he undressed to a naga, In the corner, not an old hag was preparing an igloo. And from the roots of the hair to the toes, horror drifted through the body: "And, suddenly, they will put you to sleep with an injection so that, sleepy, it will split?" He worked on my stomach, squeezed my skull, and then pulled a tourniquet on my forearm and interrupted the blood flow. I, it was, screamed, but fell silent, dry lips on the lock, And he groaned, grimaced, wet, wrote and rejoiced. He went into a rage, a familiar rage, but I shouted like: “What are you scribbling ?! Well, show me the secret crap. " A henchman, a former psychopath, knitted my wrists, Dimmed, laid out in a row, the tools of addiction. I rub and beat, and I am cool in temper, I can break, I can spin, But here they will humble, but then they will calm down, I do not care and miss. I was lying naked like a falcon, and the main sniffing, but sniffing at the table, Everything is writing a protocol, although I do not answer. No, you need to save your strength, otherwise we are weak, tired. After all, soon the heels will burn, so that I burst out laughing. I keep on my nerve, on the alert, but I feel - disgusting, They stuck a gut down my throat, I spit it back out. I was taken in a vice, I was taken in pincers, they crawl over me, they crawl around me, they want to find out everything, they want to find out, they try everything by touch. Not even five minutes will pass here, as the soul is taken out and crushed, The whole will be defiled, crumpled, squeezed and rinsed. “Breathe, breathe with your mouth open. Exhale and die. " "You breathe out here, then you will hardly breathe." With all my dry mouth, I grin: “Well, orders! The number will not work with me, comrades-children. " They turned off the light and gave gas, some kind of board lit up, And pus spurted out of his eyes, and the trachea gurgled. And he got mad, went into ecstasy, dragged for some reason a basin, I saw it once, the film "As a Trophy." They come to me from behind and give me an injection. "Stab, sons of bitches, but give me the protocol!" I even got down on my knees, I pressed my forehead to the pelvis, I demanded and threatened, I prayed and humiliated myself. But they tightened the tourniquet, there, I see, they are harnessing the alcohol lamp, All the red-haired devil is waiting with a hair whip. Where, where, and here they will take their own, and I'm wondering, old fool - When is the red-hot rod, now or later? The Sabbat was hot and bald, sweat poured hot! There was a ringing, and the raven sat on the white shoulder. And the raven shouted: "Never more!" - he is agile and agile. It reminds me of the torture hall going straight into the morgue. I slightly raise my tail, although for them I am stupid and simple: “Hey, you will have to answer for your biased interrogation! You, as you are there by name, have returned to the old days, But the interrogation protocol must be given to us. " And I cross my shoulder at the scribble: "I won't sign this for you until I read it!" Someone's yellow back answered me dispassionately: "But your signature is not needed, everything is clear to us without it." Dear little sister, do not be afraid, I will not keep silent, I will not wear out, I will unlock the protocol when I meet with a lawyer. I didn’t say anything to them, I didn’t show anyone, Tell everyone I knew - I remained a brother to them! He said, drawing the line, read, they say, and cool down. I stared at that scribble, and there is only Latin. There are circles in the eyes, zeros in the brain, the damned fear - disappear. They just started a medical history.