Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Я лежу в палате наркоманов

I do not write me poems and novels,
I 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 body,
    Hurry go to the needle.

In my soul doubt sunk,
Questions drill head.
I lay in the House, where swallowed,
Sniffing, pricked everything.

    Someone zakalechil his soul,
    Someone just left alone ...
    Oh, you guys throw Marfusha,
    Click on apomorphine.

Near an unknown schizophrenic
(It secretly in love with the nurse)
He says: - When you do not have enough money,
I go to the drop-semena.-

    Someone there pierced his conscience,
    Someone had smoked marijuana in the heart ...
    Oh, 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 touch with them.

    Someone even nyuhnul cocaine
    It is said that the arrival instant.
    Someone s'el kilograms of codeine
    And let themselves for a day in expenses.

I love zagulnyh, but not drunk,
I love desperate guys.
I lay in the House of addicts
What I heard plenty of it here!

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