Текст песни Тикки Шельен - Путешествия дураков

Through yellow sands
Through gray sands
On a big creaking boat
We sail like fools.
Treplet sail is plain
Hot wind-sukhov.
We sail through the desert ...
O-hey!

And his comrade is stubborn
And his comrade is such.
On a big creaking boat
We sail among the sands.
At night, cold ice
Purses to bones.
We sail through the desert ...
O-hey!

And overboard our boat
The air is trembling trembling,
And on the sail of patches
From the nettle sheet.
No one in the desert world -
Only we yes mirage ...
Beauty!

Our screed gods
Do not say anything,
Clouds are full of signs,
Yes, all some are not those.
And glass galaxies
Rolling and ringing
In the dark...

Through yellow sands
Through gray sands ...
Stars shook over the desert,
Like God's beacons.
Saksaul sticks out over volatyoye -
Corywood.
We sail through the desert
Between heaven and earth.
It's all not about love
But at the same time about it.
We sail through the desert ...
O-hey!