От большого ума [Ot bol'shogo uma] [English translation]

Infinite wisdom gives only scrip and prison

Rakish head gives only trenches and moats

Beautiful soul gives only scabs and lice

Ecumenical love gives only snouts in blood

In a bedsheet on the wind, through the dew in the morning

From fruitless ideas to incorporeal guests

From set tables to punched heads

From closed doors to closed animals

A black satellite is flying parallel to the way

It`ll comfort, it`ll save, it`ll bring us peace

Under the rough wing spend a night at the round-table

Red-white poster - "Oh, start the scooter!"

Gather, people, for a meaningless party,

For a world council - how should we arrange our delirium?

Put our will in the land of idiots,

Seat, keep calm and knock on the table

`cause infinite wisdom gives only scrip and prison

Rakish head gives only trenches and moats...