Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - История болезни

I was healthy - healthy as an ox,
As much as two bulls -
Any counter-rush hour
I could namyat side.

You go, it happened, and sing,
Communicate with people,
And suddenly - on the table you under the knife -
Dopel hell! ... & Quot;

& Quot; Do not worry, my dear friend -
The doctor became a little courtesy. -
Almost all the people around -
Medical history.

Suddenly, as if sunk into darkness
Portraits and doctors,
Heat flowed from me like
From the blast furnace.

I felt a cruel sleight -
I went as a ram -
And paramedics barely defended
X-ray screen.

And - neck blood and uymёsh -
Zalyu though all Russia -
And - the cry: & quot; In the table it under the knife!
Anesthesia! Anesthesia! & Quot;

I surrounded the neck with ice -
Hurry, tearing his shirt -
I grin red mouth,
As the clown in the arena.

I'll cry myself: & quot; the grass! -
And straining chest. -
In your gore
Bogged down anyone! & Quot;

I'd might as would not be watched,
All the bloody ground -
It is a pity that had copper basin
Do not substitute the time!

Already I can not hear your cry,
I do not recognize his sister -
That sweet gas penetrated me,
As vodka in the morning.

Colorful room and hid the shroud
And the face of doctors -
And I told them all the same proven,
With mentally healthy!

Weak, tugging and again
TRAVEL - but the needle is introduced
And pour artificial blood -
That does not leave his throat.

& Quot; The surgeon, anesthesia is not taken,
You bend over his head -
I did not say the important words -
Look, here they are.

Cut up to God, praying,
Especially boychee,
With these words do not mean you,
And about the other doctors! ...

I lay in the crook of being,
Halfway to the abyss -
And the whole story of my -
Medical history.

The very first man moped -
He just hid it -
And the Creator had been sick,
When our world is created.

You should not be upset -
For you to rest more useful -
After all, the whole history of the country -
Medical history.

All mankind for a long time
Chronically ill -
From the date of creation is
Rooting is doomed.

We all mankind -
That colic, the cramps -
And the whole story of his -
Medical history.

Lives sore all cheerfully,
All Snape and useless -
And enjoy their
Medical history ... & quot;