Текст песни Дягилева Янка - От большого ума

From a great mind only som da prison
By dashing their heads only ditches and moats
From a beautiful soul only scabs and lice
From universal love only muzzle blood
In a sheet in the wind on the morning dew
Fruitless ideas to ethereal guests
From laid tables to punch heads
From closed doors to buried animals
Parallel paths 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 - & quot; & quot; Oh , Make scooter ! & Quot; & quot;
Get ready , folks, for a meaningless gathering
At the World Council as we beat our delusion
delirium
delirium
Will drive a wedge in their idiotic edge
Sit - so silent on the table to knock
After all, a great mind only som da prison
By dashing their heads only ditches and moats