Текст песни Злищев А. - Туберкулёз

How do you want to live, if terminally ill,
But it is hard to understand that we have to live.
I cough blood, the second week,
But you do not rush to bury me.

After all, I tied with nicotine and vodka.
And the doctor promised that I will be healthy.
But the smell of rotten herring in the House
From the blood rolled from different angles.

Landscape outside the window impunity miserable,
And you want to hang tulle window.
At night I can not sleep from the squeaking of wheelchairs,
And the day is longer, and life at the same time.

At such times it is better to get drunk,
In the window to smoke and fall onto the bed.
And yet a pity that I can not sleep at night,
For healthy people laid to sleep.

A. Zlischev, "Tuberculosis"