Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Не Писать стихов мне и романов

Do not write me poems and novels,
Do not read fiction in the corner -
I lay in the House of addicts
I feel - he will sit on the needle.

Someone battle wounds treated,
Someone so secured the rear ...
Oh, you guys are my & quot; & quot ;, Shirov
Hurry go to the needle!

In my soul I sank doubt,
Head drilled me questions -
I lay in the ward where ingested,
Sniffing, pricked everything.

Some healed so his soul,
Someone just left alone ...
Hey, you guys, throw & quot; morfushu & quot; -
Click on apomorphine!

Near me familiar schizophrenic -
It secretly in love with the nurse -
He says: & quot; When you do not have enough money -
Click the drop Zimin & quot ;.

Someone here has pierced their consciences,
Someone had smoked marijuana in the heart ...
Hey, you guys, you need to about the story,
Only I do not write stories.

It requires urgent changes
Our most fun too wilted.
The fifth day of someone looking for a vein,
Not found, he lost the habit of them.

Someone even nyuhnul cocaine
It is said that the arrival instant.
Someone ate kilograms of codeine
And let himself in for a day rate.

I love zagulnyh, but not drunk,
I like desperate men,
I lay in the House of drug addicts -
What I heard plenty of it here.

Someone is driving the cubes into his hand,
Someone eating even a strong tungsten ...
Voluntarily accepted flour
This song was written by you!

1969