Wikipedia about V. Vysotsky:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Vysotsky

Vladimir Vysotsky, Maestro

I have never met you

I knew the doctor who was with you

Did he really give you

The medicine cocktail that killed you?

The tears and pain

I feel for you

Are driving me insane

What can I do for you?

The doctor passed away

His children live on

Anything you want to say

So I could pass it on?

The “Morphine” MJ song

Is HIStory lesson about you

I have to pass it on

For Michael Jackson and for you

Drug industry is sick

Doctors just want to earn

Hurting us

With drugs

Like hitting with a spike stick

Will they ever learn?

They give us drugs

To make us addicted to drugs

If we boycott drugs

They can no more kill us

What will doctors do without drugs?

Start caring about us!

Too soon you were gone

But your spirit lives on

 “Trust in me
Just in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine…

Relax
This won't hurt you
Before I put it in
Close your eyes and count to ten
Don't cry
I won't convert you
There's no need to dismay
Close your eyes and drift away…”
(from “Morphine” song by Michael Jackson,
album “Blood On The Dance Floor”)

 “Spasite nashi dushi…(Please save our souls)” (from “SOS” song by Vladimir Vysotsky)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJxR3mF47_Y&feature=related 

Michael,

Did the same happen to you with the doctor that happened to Vladimir Vysotsky with his anesthesiologist?

Moon God, please tell me that you saved Michael………. Please tell me Michael is coming back………. Please………… 

Vladimir,

Why did you say in your interview (in the film below) that your songs are all by you?Высоцкий - Песня о переселении душ (“Song About Transfer Of Souls”, Vysotsky)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-2pyKXEC-A&feature=related

  You were looking at the Moon at the same time. Why did you not tell anyone about the Moon God that gives artists art and watches us all from a distance? Were you scared? If doctors know the Moon is watching, they would surely stop criminal acts. Why artists have kept it a secret? 

I will always LOVE you, Maestro Michael Jackson, and Maestro Vladimir Vysotsky

Thank you for giving us HIStory

Spasibo.  Ya Vas lyublyu navsegda.

You gave me light

You make me more alive

Without you can I survive?

Or is it just my imagination

Are you not in love with me

Not knowing puts me in frustration

Please tell the truth to free me

I just can’t stop loving you…

What can I do for you?

I need some kind of sign

I don’t want to stalk you

I want to be the love you find

You did not leave a map

You dropped stars here and there

What can I do to bridge the gap?

Shall I continue or stop following you everywhere?

You live in a mystery world

With so much unsolved

How can I help you?

Tell me what I can do for you

I just can’t stop loving you…

Am I the LOVE you were looking for

Or just a slave you’re using to decode

What are you waiting for?

When will you say?

Decoding you is turning into crying game

Please free me from my pain

Before I go insane

I’ve had my share of the crying game…

Sometimes I feel like a laboratory rat

All the decoding, translating pain I get…

Your friends would not say a word

Sick paranoid Hollywood entertainment world

Enjoying watching and torturing me

Not helping to be pain free

Not wanting to help to heal the world

How can I respect that entertainment world?

Perhaps they want me to decode alone

But if you are really gone

They need to come out and help

To guide me to the next step

When fame comes

All flock to it like flies

To suck from it- what a surprise

Before fame comes for them I am low class

The world of paranoid snobs full of disgust

The Hollywood seems such a sick world

Your friends seem so distant and cold

They make me wanna cry

Did they envy you, causing you to die?

Do they not believe in dreams

Do they only want to make money and films

Belittling the “other” world

If we could only be told…

Before your dreams I was free

Now I have fear of travelling the world

Can’t you see

This is scaring me

Please free me

Heal the sick mind controlled

Hollywoodworld

All those entertainment stars

Do they care about us?

We get creative art gifts from Moon God

It’s not only about getting them sold

We have to make more effort to teach the world

To understand the meaning behind gifts from God

All artists often do is have those gifts sold

To get hands quickly on the gold

Forgetting the real wish of God to heal the world

Did you tell your friends not to help me?

To enjoy together torturing me?

To make a torture film about me?

Like at a war- to suck life out of me?

 “One day soon

I’m gonna tell the Moon

About the crying game…

Don’t want no more

Of the crying game

Don’t want no more

Of the crying game

Don’t want no more

Of the crying game…” (from “Crying Game” song, Boy George)

How can I help you

Without softly killing me

What do I need to do?

Please tell me!

I just can’t stop loving you…

Does Hollywood care about you?

Did Hollywood want to kill you?

As they so much envy you

If you love my friend and not me

I may turn into ghost of jealousy

But I will pray to Moon God

To kill my love for you and set me free

Jealousy is human, satanic is when they hurt

Others with their jealousy

Moon God, please heal satanic envy world!

How can I help you?

I just can’t stop loving you…

I just can’t stop missing you…

I just can’t stop looking for you…

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Natalia Roschina

Please tell me

In dreams stop coming to me

As it is agony

What do you want from me?

Do you really want to hurt me?

As translator you want to use me?

Do you want to endanger me?

Give into me

Stop my agony

Leave and free me

Or tell me you love me

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Natalia Roschina