Текст песни Янка Дягилева - От большого ума

From a great mind som da prison
From a dashing head ditches and trenches,
From a beautiful soul is only a scab and lice,
From universal love only in the blood of the muzzle.

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

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

Get ready, the people at the gathering meaningless,
to the World Council - how we arrange our delusions?
Will drive a wedge in his idiotic edge
Sit, silent but for the table to knock,

After all, a great mind som da prison
From a dashing head ditches and pits ...