Текст песни Хатуба - 3 -й день без воды, пить хотят верблюды

Here is a caravan
On zybuchim sands.
He is lucky an out
In his native Pakistan.

The third day without water,
Drinks want camels.
Caravans Ali.
Scores a jamb.

He looks in the distance,
And in the eyes the whole fog.
Here is hurricane
And dispelled the whole plan
On zybuchim sands.

About Allah help,
About Allah we save
We collect the whole plan
On zybuchim sands.

And Allah heard,
And sent all the slaves.
And collected the whole plan
On zybuchim sands.

Karavanchshchist
Beteral eyes.
And in Dali saw
His native Pakistan

Santa sits from the fence
Jumping he smokes.
Well, tell us, the old man
After all, our good plan,
After all, our good dope.

Ah you, children you are mine
How good he is!
Give me a jamb
I'm still tight.

And brought a caravan
In your native ayana
Three hundred tons Anisha
Our native Pasha