Patients of mental hospitals

Patients of mental hospitals,
I dedicate this verse.
At you now all is good,
And it was all fucked up.
You walked and suffered,
Wanted to return to childhood,
In the arms to my mother.
In her warm home,
The heated furnace,
To wash in a Russian bath,
From the road you will be fed
And in a warm bed,
You will be offered to lie down ....
And in the morning you wake up,
Cold stuffy transport,
Everywhere evil glances,
Alcohol-
Broadcast from the screens,
The people were numb and fell prostrate,
Ask for mercy,
Do not order to ruin,
A new war every new day.
From the advance to the salary,
To go through rubles,
Lord's nobles,
Sailing along the river,
Music plays,
And singers sing,
All those who are not happy,
Hospital chambers and casemates are waiting,
Who else at force,
Stand at the gun,
Right on the border and you can not run,
"Who else is sick here,
Who else are enemies? "
People could not stand it,
The people rattled,
"We are killing you,
You lost your mind!"
The one who shouted louder,
At the prison cemetery,
Buried in the dark.