Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Караваны

From the gate, like a pocket,
Roadside crushing Kickl,
Craws spread
Occasionally in dust.

From Baghdad to Dakkar,
Like an expensive convoy
Sand dracars walked
With a snake head.

Occasionally dropped,
Like Bukhara knives
Over the vegans swung
Turned into mirage.

So replaced the tribe tribe,
Giving life juice
And flowed with sands time
Rubbing the world in the sand.