Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Палата Наркомана

Do not write me stories, novels,
 Do not read fiction in the corner, -
 I'm in the ward of addicts,
 I feel I'll sit on the needle myself.

         Someone treated wound wounds,
         Someone so, provided the rear ...
         Oh, you guys are my "broad",
         Quickly get off the needle!

 In the soul of my doubts have sunk,
 The head is drilled with questions, -
 I'm in a room where I've been swallowed,
 Sniffed, chop everything.

        Someone there pierced his soul,
        Someone just stayed alone ...
        Hey you guys, drop & quot; morfusu & quot; -
        Go to apomorphine!

 There is one familiar schizophrenic -
 In it, secretly the nurse is in love -
 Speaks & quot; When there is no money -
 I'll go over the drops of Zimin & quot ;.

        Someone there pierced his conscience,
        Someone in the heart ate anasha ...
        Oh, you guys, you need a story about you,
        It's a pity, I do not write stories.

 Urgent need of change!
 Our most cheerful - also snyk.
 The fifth day someone is looking for a vein -
 They will not find him, he has become unaccustomed to them.

        Someone even sniffed cocaine, -
        They say that it is an instant arrival;
        Someone ate a kilogram of codeine -
        And he let himself into the expense of the day.

 I love the indigent, but not drunk,
 I love desperate guys.
 I'm in the ward of addicts, -
 How much I heard here, in it!

        Someone drives cubes in his hand,
        Someone even eats strong tungsten ...
        Voluntarily accepting flour,
        This song is written to you!