Текст песни Владимир Высоцский - Ошибка вышла.
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I was weak and vulnerable, trembling with my whole being, Bleeding with my sick, tormented gut. And, as if in a vulgar pimples, a huge forehead appeared at the door And illuminated inside with a huge evil. But the hand jerked imperiously: "Lie facing the wall!" And now my sides began to crumple on sticky trestle beds. And the most important one sat down at the table, sighed, became insane 2 times. And he brought something to me, similar to the case. / Here in the fingers of tenacious and thin, an Adam's apple jerked funny, They pressed in the groin, then under the breath, on the poor poor fellow. When they squeezed under the rib, like a yogalo inside me, And the blood sputtered a feather into innocent paper. Half-delirium, half-naked undressed to naga, In the corner, an old hag was preparing a needle. And from the roots of the hairs to the heels, horror swept through the body: “And, suddenly, they will euthanize with an injection so that, sleepy, it will split?” Having worked on his stomach, he squeezed my skull, and then the forearm pulled me with a tourniquet and interrupted the blood flow. I was screaming, but fell silent, dry lips on the castle, And he groaned, crooked, mok, wrote and rejoiced. He went into a rage, a familiar rage, but I like a scream: “What are you scribbling ?! Well, show the secret murk. " An assistant, a former psychopath, knitted my wrists, Faded, laid out in a row, tools of addiction. I rub it and beat it, and it’s cool with my temper, I can carry it away, I can get it worse, But then they’ll humble me, but then they’ll calm me down, I miss and miss anyone. I lie naked like a falcon, and the main sniff, yes sniff at the table, Something is writing the protocol, although I do not answer. No, you need to save power, otherwise it is weak, tired. After all, soon the heels will burn, so I laughed. I’m on my nerve, on the alert, but I feel - disgusting, They put a gut in my throat, I spat out. I am taken in a vise, I am taken in ticks, they crawl for me, they take me, They want to find out everything, they want to find out, they try to touch everything. Five minutes will not pass here, when the soul is taken out and crushed, They will scatter the whole, crumple, squeeze and rinse. “Breathe, breathe with your mouth open. Exhale - you will die. ” "You exhale here, then you are unlikely to breathe." In all my dry mouth I grin: “Well, orders! With me, the number will not work, comrades, children. " They removed the light and gave gas, some kind of board lit up, And pus splashed out of my eyes, and the trachea gurgled. And he went wild, went into ecstasy, dragged for some reason the basin, I saw it once, the film "As a trophy." People come to me from the back and give me an injection. “Prick, sons of bitches, but give me the protocol!” I even knelt down, I pressed my forehead to the pelvis, I demanded and threatened, prayed and humiliated. But they tightened the tourniquet, there, I see, they’re burning an alcohol lamp, They all wait for the red-haired devil with a hair whip. Where, where, and here they’ll take their own, and I’m wondering, old jester - When is the hot rod, now or then? The Sabbath was hot and balding, sweat was pouring hot! There was a ringing, and the raven sat on his white shoulder. And the raven shouted: "Never more!" - he is quick and quick. Reminds me of a torture room coming straight to the morgue. I lift my tail slightly, although for them I am stupid and simple: “Hey, you will have to answer for your biased interrogation! You, as you are by name, have returned to the old days, But they are obliged to give us the interrogation protocol. ” And I cross my shoulder to scribble that: “I won’t sign it to you, until I read it!” Someone’s yellow back answered me impassively: “But your signature is not needed, everything is clear to us without it.” My little sister, don’t be afraid, I won’t keep quiet, I won’t bother, I’ll get warm from the protocol at a meeting with a lawyer. I didn’t tell them anything, I didn’t show anyone, Tell everyone I knew - I remained their brother! He said, drawing a line, read, they say, and chill. I dug into the scribble of one, and there is one Latin. There are circles in the eyes, zeros in the brain, damned fear - disappear. They just kept a medical history.
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