"It was a Mistake(Clinic Record 1) - Vladimir Vuysotskyi
I was weak and vulnerable
Trembling with all of my nature
Bleeding with my sick and bedevilled insides
And just like in a vulgar medley
A giant frolic appeared at the door
And shined with evil from the inside
But the hand twitched commanding: “Lie down, face to the wall!”
And then they’ve started beating me on a sticky couch
And the main one of them sat at the table, sighed demonically
Filed something for me that looked quite like a case
Filed something for me that looked quite like a case
Here in tenacious and thin fingers
My Adam’s apple trembling funny
Pressed in the groin, then knocked the wind out
On my poor liver
When i’ve been pressed under my ribs
My insides missed a beat
And the pen was spitting blood
Onto the innocent paper
In semidelirium, in the sick
Naked myself
In the corner , a not-old hag was preparing a needle
And from the very hair to feet
The horror was going through my body
“What if they lull me with a prick
So I would split sleepy?”
“What if they lull me with a prick
So I would split sleepy?”
He, after working on my belly
Crushed my skull and then
Tighted my forearms with a binder
And stopped the flow of blood
I would’ve screamed but remained silent
Locked up my dry lips
And he was groaning, bevelling, getting wet
Writing and exulting
He got into a hog-wind: a familiar one
But then I shouted out:
“Hey, what’re ya writing?! Show me that secret hogwash of yours!”
His assistant, who used to be a psycho, was binding my wrists
Were tarnishing, put in a row, their weapons of torture
Were tarnishing, put in a row, their weapons of torture
I’m streetwise and beaten and strong-willed
Can go nuts, can go blast
But here they’ll restrain, settle down
I’m wilting and boring
Lying naked and poor
And the main one goes to the table
Keeps writing something to the protocol
But I’m not responding
No, I need to have a rest:
Cause I’m weakened and tired
They’re gonna burn my feet soon
To make me laugh!
Keeping nervous and awake but feeling disgusting
They’ve put a tube into my month: I spilled it out
They’ve put a tube into my month: I spilled it out
I’m in the grip, I’m in the pincers
They’re going all over me
Want to know and get everything
Touching everything
Here in 5 minutes they’ll take your soul out and bend it
Spoil it all, rumple it, press it and wash it
“Breathe deeper, breathe. Breathe out - or you’ll die!”
“- Can’t breathe out here: don’t think i’ll breathe after!”
With all of my dry mouth I’m grinning: “That’s your orders!”
“You can’t do that to me folks!”
“You can’t do that to me folks!”
Lights out, gas in
A sort of board lit up
And then my eyes bristled with pus
And my trachea plopped
He went insane, got into rush,
They’ve brought a bowl for some reason
I’ve seen that once, a film “As a trophy”
They’re coming from my pack and pricking me
"Prick, you sons-a-b&*ches, but give me the protocol!’
I’ve kneeled before them, touched the bowl with my forehead
I was demanding and threatening, imploring and stooping
I was demanding and threatening, imploring and stooping
But my binder was tighten up
I can see them lighting up an alcoholic lamp
Everyone’s waiting for a redhead besom with a whip
Anywhere, but here they can take what they want!
And I’m guessing, an old joker,
When there’s gonna be a white-hot cane: now or then?
Sabbath was hotting up : the sweat poured hotly
There was a bell and a crow sat onto the white shoulder
And it shouted out:“Nevermore!”
it’s quick and humble
Reminds " A torture hall doors lead right into the morgue!"
Reminds " A torture hall doors lead right into the morgue!"
I’m lifting up my tail weakly: though I’m pretty stupid and simple for them
“Hey, you’ll have to answer for that enhanced interrogation of yours!”
“You’ what are your names, back to the old times
But you must give a protocol to us!”
And I’m looking through a shoulder onto the writing
“I won’t sign you that until i read it!”
Someone’'s yellow back replied to me emotionlessly:
“We don’t need your signature: it’s clear without it”
“We don’t need your signature: it’s clear without it”
Little sister, sweetheart, don’t fear!
I won’t be silent, I won’t obey
I’ll deny the protocol when I meet the lawyer
I’ve told them nothing, showed no one
Tell everyone I’ve known - I’m still their brother!
He said, underlining it “Read and chill out”
I’ve eyed that writing keenly: but it was full of Latin
Circles in eyes, zeros in brain
Disappear, you damn fear
They’ve just written a clinic record
They’ve just written a clinic record
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