Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - История болезни 3

History of the disease part 3

Suddenly it was as if they had sunk into darkness
Portraits and doctors,
The heat from me streamed like
From the blast furnace.

I felt an evil dexterity -
Went like a battering ram, -
And the paramedic barely defended
X-ray screen.

And - the throat of blood, and do not kill -
I'll lose the whole of Russia, -
And - shout: "On his desk, under the knife!
Anesthesia! Anesthesia! "

I was healthy, healthy like an ox,
Healthy as two bulls, -
Anyone in the rush hour
I could hog my sides.

You go, used to, and eat -
Communicate with people,
Suddenly a cry: "On his desk, under the knife!
Finished, dammit ...

"Do not be nervous, my friend,"
The doctor became a little more polite, -
Almost all people around
History of Diseases ".

They put ice on my neck -
They rush, they tear their shirt, -
I grin with my red mouth,
As in the arena of a fool.

I scream to myself: "Grass!"
And I strain my chest.
"In your gore
Anyone will get bogged down! "

I could, if it had not been for my eyes and eyes,
The whole earth is covered with blood, -
It is a pity that we had a copper pelvis
Not in time to substitute!

I do not even hear my own cry,
I do not recognize my sister.
Here sweet gas has penetrated me,
Like vodka in the morning.

Colorful shroud concealed and the hall
And the faces of the doctors, -
But I still proved to them,
What is mentally healthy!

Weaken, I jerk and again
I'm traumatizing - but the needles are injected
And pour artificial blood -
That throat does not come out.

"The surgeon, until he took anesthesia,
You head bent, -
I did not say important words -
Listen, here they are.

Cut with God, praying,
Especially the more brash,
What these lines are not about you,
And about other doctors! ..

I lay down on the fold of being,
Halfway to the abyss, -
And my whole story -
Disease history.

I woke up - on the body of the seams,
The nurse fed me.
And all the doctors with me on "you",
And I'm nice to the doctors.

"You can not get up, you can not walk."
Pray that has passed! "
I can stuff a bucket here
An uncountable number.

I have to lie side by side here
Without any communication -
My gut is still thin
For the thrill.

The very first man was melancholy -
He only hid it, -
And the creator was sick,
When our world did.

The whole of humanity -
That colic, then resi, -
And his whole story -
Disease history.

All of humanity long ago
Chronically it hurts -
From the day of creation, it
To be sick is doomed.

You should not be upset -
The doctor became even more amiable, -
After all, the whole history of the country -
Disease history.

The patient is still cheerful,
All the evil and useless -
And enjoying his
The history of the disease.