Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Караван

Schoolboy in the arms of young Gertrude
Dozing on his left side.
In a dream he drew piles
Sand - isn't it a march to a throw? -
And camels walked along the sand.

(One camel went. Another camel went.
And the third camel went. And the whole caravan went.)

From the books of the day, from the evening feasts
Towards the end of the semester, the temple buzzed.
The schoolboy was dozing. Christmas Eve was coming.
And the march that throw
In all, it was distant.

(One camel is tired. Another camel is tired.
And the third camel is tired. And the whole caravan is tired.)

Gertrude dreamed of a hundred-winged fog,
In a dream she whispered: "Zer gut,
Schoolboy, constellations with beauty and strength
Yours will not be neglected.
You will not be killed, my dear. "

(One camel fell. Another camel fell.
And the third camel fell. And the whole caravan fell.)

It was the second course. Shallow but even
There was a dream. It was getting light. The fog was thinning.
The chapel gates creaked all around.
A drum rumbled in the distance
Serious like van Beethoven.

(One camel died. Another camel died.
And the third camel died. And the whole caravan died.)

Oh, march! Oh, forend with butt!
Oh, the dream of a young man, alien to awe,
When you don't remember any books, what hell
Threatening, not the Holy Virgin,
Not the name of the one next to me.

(One camel is resurrected. Another camel is resurrected.
And the third camel rose again. And the whole caravan was resurrected.)

The schoolboy woke up, kneaded to a crunch
Shoulder. He rubbed the temple with balm.
He said to Gertrude: "Goodbye, Augusta."
Yawned. I smoothed the whirlwind.
And he went out into the yard. It's empty there.

(One camel left. Another camel left.
And the third camel left. And the whole caravan left.)