Текст песни Скрябін - Дура-Цензура

Sits behind rough walls
Where the hands, the walls are smoked,
Where are the windows with dead flies,
The brains are old, already boiled.
He sits and nails his nibbles,
Who won't take today?

Refrain:
A pimple mouth, hands with sweat
The bandura, the censor, plays censorship.
The laughing idiots have a pimple mouth
The bandura, the censor, plays censorship. (entire couplet - 2)

Sits down and pants wipe
On the table, the dirt rolls are going,
The paper is thrown into the basket,
All screens overlap.
It sits and rotten all over,
How we live here is not believed.

Chorus (2)