Генитальный Карбюратор Дефлорированных Уток - Военный госпиталь Бурденко
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An ordinary girl, not poor and not rich
Ordinary work, stable salary
Twenty -two years, everything is like all her friends
I lived carefree, noticing only the world around

Peace violated the attack, abdominal cramps
Uncontrolled vomiting of the mouth
The pupil is dilated, pouted lips, green tongue
The frightened guy is now free

Not everyone will withstand such a bright picture
When from the womb of a girlfriend pieces of Buzenina
File with foam, parents on a platoon
Mother is looking for money, and the father is already thinking about divorce

Headache, stress, attacks of anger
Abstract perception of the world, twists bones
Only doctors know answers to all questions
But while they are silent, and the girl has blood from the nose

Nervous trembling from heels to the very uterus
Pallor of the skin and mucous membranes
Sharp weakness, fainting, low pressure
Pulse frequent, parenchymal bleeding

From bed, expecting intestinal sputum to the pelvis
After bloody vomiting, hemostasis occurred
Zero three, the insolcle rushed quickly
The hospital Burdenko, not otherwise, but what else is left?

Military hospital Burdenko, everything is at the level
The smell of blood drove into the walls, cotton dressings in the urn
Everything will be done here, hope dies the last
But patients are replaced in the bed of the neighboring

Tomography that hiding faces
Malignant tumor - response from the hospital
The white light is not sweet, she wants to leave the world
On the nightstand fruits are different and bread with kefir

You lie in line of urgent ectomy
If everything goes well, it will do without lobotomy
Relanium dissolved fear, only a slight excitement
Before the operation, this is the impressions

Anaphylactic shock, doctors fuss
Diencephal syndrome is ascertained, you will have to try
To live without side effects
The table is laid, dishes from needles and strong threads

Border state, ten minutes left
And you will be taken on a gurney in the operating room
Belts chopped arms and legs, more injection and mask
On the face with the tart ether, eyes rolled up

Local anesthesia, Sofkain, Lidocaine
Chloroetyl liquid, jikain, novocaine
Medical saw, scalpel, columnar
The skull cries, the drill bursts like a mole

Your swollen brains look terrible
Have become smaller than fabrics, and white coat red
Squeaky sound, stop heart on monitors
The ritual is behind you, the corpse is hidden in black curtains

Military hospital Burdenko, everything is at the level
The smell of blood drove into the walls, cotton dressings in the urn
Everything will be done here, hope dies the last
But patients are replaced in the bed of the neighboring