I couldn't find the lyrics to this anywhere, so I transcribed them. Please pardon any mistakes. Or, even better--correct them. martin [at] hellbox [dot] org.
The Interpreter, where is he now?
will he burn like the devil?
will he leave Moscow? [1]
The Interpreter, does he still steal?
will he fill up your shoe
like no other cannot do?
The Interpreter, out of the land of the free.
will he hand you his car?
will he hand you his keys?
The Interpreter, where is he now?
would he work to shine like the devil?[2]
will he leave Moscow?
The Interpreter, United Nations
the station of minds
peace of mind
The Interpreter, where is he now?
Will he burn like the devil?
will he leave Moscow?
The Interpreter, where is he now?
invisibly transparency disguise
The Interpreter, where is he now?
would he work to shine like the devil?
will he leave Moscow?
[1] Originally heard as "Will he eat my scalp?"
[2] Unsure of first part of this line