Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Верблюд

In the non-Russian long legs
It is worth smiling inappropriately,
A hair on his flanks
As in a century-wool coat.

It must have been praying to the east,
Nomads too clever by half,
The undercoat rubbed sand
And rusty barbed wire fed.

Brokeback royal flesh,
See Poverty and patience,
Neschedry hermit-Lord
Blindly from waste creation.

And we put in the nostrils castle
And in the soul - the sadness and grandeur,
And it is true, since rattle
Around his neck hangs a bird.

In black and red sand,
In the wild znoyu hobo,
By stranger addicted bales,
Kopeika in his old age has not acquired.

Accustomed camel soul
For desert, bales and battered.
A still life is good,
And we're in it something we stand.