Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - В палате наркоманов

I do not write stories, novels,
Do not read fiction in the corner -
I lay in the House of addicts
I feel - he'll sit on the needle.

Someone combat wounds healed,
Someone so, provided the rear ...
Oh, you guys are my & quot; & quot ;, Shirov
Quickly get off the needle!

In my soul sank doubt,
Issues head drilled -
I lay in the House, where ingested,
Sniffed, stabbed everything.

Someone out there has pierced your soul,
Someone just left alone ...
Hey you guys, throw & quot; morfushu & quot; -
Go to apomorphine!

Then a friend of a schizophrenic -
It secretly in love with the nurse -
Says & quot; When there is no money -
Click the drop Zimin & quot ;.

Someone out there has pierced his conscience,
Someone in the heart vkuril marijuana ...
Oh, you guys, you need about the story,
It's a pity I do not write stories.

Urgently needed change!
Our most cheerful - also wilted.
Fifth day someone looking veins -
Not found, - he weaned from them.

Someone even nyuhnul cocaine -
They say that - instant parish;
Someone ate pounds of codeine -
And let yourself in for a day rate.

I love zagulnyh, but not drunk,
I love desperate guys.
I lay in the House of addicts -
How long have I heard enough here it!

Someone drives cubes into his hand,
Someone eats even a strong tungsten ...
Voluntarily took flour,
This song was written by you!