Владимир Высоцский - Ошибка вышла. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was both weak and vulnerable, trembled with my whole being, bleeding my sick, tormented by the gut. And, as if in the vulgar pimples, a huge forehead appeared in the door and lit up from the inside with a huge unobtr. But the hand jerked imperiously: "Lie down, facing the wall!" And so they began to crush the sides on the sticky tops. And the most important sat down at the table, sighed sedimated 2 times and started something like me, similar to business. / Here in the fingers of tenacious and thin, the Kadyk was ridiculously twitched, pressed in the groin, then under the breath, on the liver-noblag. When they crushed under the rib, like my gutto yokalo, and the blood of a feather in innocent paper. In a half -scribble, in the half -pusel to undress to the naga, in the corner the needle was prepared by the needle not old Karga. And from the roots of the hair to the heels on the body, horror fell through: "Ah, suddenly, they will be driven up with an injection, so that, sleepy, split?" He, having worked on his stomach, squeezed the skull to me, and then the forearm pulled me with a tourniquet and interrupted the blood. I was screeched, but fell silent, dry lips on the castle, and he grunted, curved, wet, wrote and rejoiced. He entered the rage, a familiar rage, but I have a scream: “What are you scribbled by?! Well, showing the secret Moore. " The assistant, a former psychopath, knitted my wrists, dull, laying out in a row, gunshot. I am a grater and a bit, and it’s cool, I can be in a variety, I can promote, but here they will humble it, but then I will, I will Nika and miss. I am lying naked as a falcon, and the main shym, and Shmyg at the table, all the protocol writes, even though I do not answer. No, you need to save the strength, otherwise it is weakened, tired. After all, soon the heels will be burned so that I laugh. I hold on to the nerve, on the check, but I feel - disgusting, they stuck my gut in my throat, I spat out back. I am taken in a vice, I take it into ticks, they will be fed, he will be found, they will recognize everything, they want to find out, everything is trying to the touch. Five minutes will not pass here, as they will be pulled out and deputy, they will be sophisticated, exhausted, swamp and rinse. “Breathe, breathe with your mouth open. Yes, exhale - die. " "You exhale here, then you are unlikely to sigh." In my entire dry mouth, I grind: “Well, orders! The number will not pass with me, comrades-children. ” They removed the light and gave the gas, some kind of board lit up, and spat out from the eyes with pus, and the trachea grunted. And he fought out, entered ecstasy, for some reason drove a pelvis, I saw it once, the film “As a Trophite”. They come to me from the back and make an injection. "Colit, bitch sons, but give a protocol!" I even knelt down, I pressed my forehead to my pelvis, I demanded and threatened, prayed and humiliated. But the harness was tightened, I see, I see, the alcohol is burning, all the redhead drawing is waiting with a hair whip. Where, where will they take their own, and I am guessing, the old jester-when is the hot rod, now or later? The shabash was killed and bald, sweat poured hotly! There was a ringing, and the raven sat on a white shoulder. And the raven shouted: "Never More!" - He is vague and stem. Reminds right into the morgue a room for torture comes out. I am weakly raising my tail, although for them I am stupid and simple: “Hey, your interrogation will have to be responsible! You, as you are there by names, returned to the old days, but the interrogation protocol must give us. ” And I will not sign it over my shoulder Kosh to the writings: “I won’t sign it for you, as long as I will not read it!” Someone’s yellow back answered me impassively: “But your signature is not needed, we are clear without it.” My sister, dear, do not work, I won’t be silent, I won’t get there, I’ll reproduce it from the protocol when I meet a lawyer. I did not tell them anything, did not show anyone, tell everyone I knew - I remained to them a brother! He said, letting the line, read, they say, and cool down. I dug into Pisanin Tu, and there is one Latin. In the eyes, circles, in the brain of zeros, damned fear - disappear. After all, they simply started a medical history.