Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Палата Наркоманов

Am I not write poems and novels,
A7 Dm And do not read fiction in the corner,
- Am I lay in the House of drug addicts,
E Am Feeling - he will sit on the needle. Dm Am Somebody combat wounds treated,
Someone so, provided the rear of ...
Oh, you guys are my Shirov,
E Am Quickly go to the needle!
In my soul doubt sunk,
questions I drilled into my head -
I lie in the ward, where swallowed,
 Sniffing, pricked everything.
Someone so healed his soul,
 Someone just left alone ...
Oh, you guys drop "morfushu" - Go to apomorphine!
Near unfamiliar schizophrenic -
It secretly in love with the nurse - says: "When you do not have enough money - go to Zimin drops."
Someone there pierced his conscience,
 Someone in the heart vkuril marijuana ...
Oh, you guys, you need to about the story, only I do not write novels.
 Wanted urgently change
 The most fun we also wilted
 The fifth day of someone looking for a vein
 Not found, he lost touch with them
Someone even nyuhnul cocaine
It is said that the arrival of the instantaneous
 Someone ate a kilogram kateina
And let yourself for a day in the consumption
I love zagulnyh but not drunk
I love desperate guys
I lie in the board of drug addicts,
What I heard plenty of it here
Someone is driving the cubes to your hand
 Someone eating even the tungsten voluntarily adopt strong flour
 This song is written by you.