Текст песни Юта - От Большого Ума

From the great mind only scrip , but prison
From the dashing head only ditches and ditches
From beautiful soul turn away not breathe
From universal love only snout in the blood

In a sheet in the wind on the morning dew
From the barren idea to bodiless passions
From the closed doors to the buried animals
From laid tables broken up goals

Get ready, people on a meaningless gathering
At the World Council how we furnish our delirium , delusions , delirium

Along the way black satellite flies
He will comfort , save he will bring us peace