Текст песни Григорий Войнер - Госпиталь

“Change my bandages, sister.”
How old have I been wearing them?
There's a hole in my head, a hole in my chest,
Bring me new ones, please!
I have grown all my skin to those bandages
I’ve been going to them since I got sick ...
And she told me:
- I won’t give new ones,
Because the doctor did not order.

I’m very well in the room,
Complaints, imagine not a single one.
I'm sorry even my pot
Has become over the years as a native.
I love neighbors and sisters
And they probably have me.
Only here I am a bandage,
They should be urgently changed.

I walk down the hall to the elevator
And they crawl as they like
And then it’s like cranes
Their ends follow me after flying.
To the biggest head physician
I rise to the very top
I tell him what I want
He gives me such an answer:
- You do not need bandages, believe me,
Because you are already healthy.
And put the rags out the door
The nurse will throw them into a bucket.

Lord, I'm alive and well again!
Doctor - a bottle of brandy!
But he was wrong about the bandages.
The nanny is probably on vacation.
I call the remaining patients:
- Brothers! Holiday! What, they say, do not sing?
But the crowd of "colleagues" of my past
Tears are pouring over a drawer with rags.

07/03/2015 12/01/2015