Текст песни Янка - От большого ума

Am G Dm E
From a great mind, only sum, but prison.
Am G Dm E
From a dashing head, only ditches and ditches.
Am f dm
From a beautiful soul, only scabs and lice.
Am f dm
From universal love only snouts in blood.

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

A black satellite flies parallel to the path.
He will console, save, he will bring us peace.
Under the rough wing, the night at the round table.
Red and white poster - "Oh, turn on the scooter!"

Get ready, people, for a meaningless gathering,
At the World Council - how to arrange our nonsense for us?
Wedge your will in an idiotic land,
Sit, shut up and knock on the table.
After all, from a great mind, only a bag and a prison,
From a dashing head, only ditches and ditches ...