Текст песни Янка Дягилева - От большого ума

From a great mind only som da prison
By dashing their heads only ditches and trenches ,
From a beautiful soul only scabs and lice,
From universal love only the muzzle in the blood.

In a sheet in the wind in the dew in the morning ...
Fruitless ideas to ethereal guests
From closed doors to buried animals
From laid tables to punch heads ...

Parallel in the way black satellite flies
He will comfort , will save , he will bring us peace ...
Under the wing of rough night at the round table ,
Red- white poster - oh , Make scooter !

Get ready , folks, for a meaningless gathering,
World Council - as we beat our delusion ?
Will drive a wedge in their idiotic edge
Sit down, shut up on the table so knock

After all, a great mind only som da prison
By dashing their heads only ditches and moats ...