Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Я лежу в палате наркоманов

I do not write poems and novels,
Do not read fiction in the corner.
I lay in the House of addicts
I feel myself sit on the needle.

    Someone combat wounds healed,
    Someone so secured the rear ...
    Oh, you guys are my body,
    Quickly go to the needle.

In my soul sank doubt,
Head drill questions.
I lay in the House, where ingested,
Sniffed, stabbed everything.

    Someone zakalechil his soul,
    Someone just left alone ...
    Oh, you guys throw Marfusha,
    Go to apomorphine.

Near unfamiliar schizophrenic
(It secretly in love with the nurse)
Says: - When you do not have enough money,
Click the drop-semena.-

    Someone out there has pierced his conscience,
    Someone was smoking marijuana in the heart of ...
    Hey, you guys, you need about the story,
    Only I do not write stories.

Changes are required urgently.
Our most fun too wilted.
Fifth day someone looking veins,
Not found. He weaned from them.

    Someone even nyuhnul cocaine
    It is said that the arrival instant.
    Someone s'el 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.