Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня о сумасшедшем доме

SONG OF INSANE THE HOUSE

I said to myself : Come on write -
But the hands themselves are asking.
Oh , my mother , my family, friends, loved !
I lay in the House - look askance ,
I do not sleep , I fear - pounce -
After all, next - psychos quiet , incurable .

There are various psychos -
Not violent , but dirty -
They are treated , starved , beat their nurses .
And what is surprising :
All go without restraints
And that brings me all these crazy guzzle .

Where there Dostoevsky
With & quot; Notes of & quot; known -
Would see pokoynichek as beat on the door foreheads !
And to tell Gogol
About our life miserable -
Honestly, this Gogol we would not have believed .

Here is a meal - spit on them! -
They after all , bitches , violent :
Everybody wants me to lick - by golly , no power !
Yesterday in the House of the number seven
One crazy for good -
Shouted : & quot; Give America ! & Quot; and orderlies beat .

I do not want the glory , and
While I was in perfect health -
Reason not faded yet - and it's ahead -
Here glavvrachiha - woman -
Let quiet, but obsessed -
I say : & quot; I shall go mad ! & Quot; - she told me : & quot; Wait ! & Quot;

I look forward to , but I feel - already
Go on a razor blade :
Forgot alphabet of cases recalled only two ...
And I ask my friends,
To whoever they would neither was I ,
Pick it up , he , me out of here !