Текст песни Hatuba - - karavan

Here comes the caravan
On quicksand
he carries anasha
to your native pakistan
third day without water
camels want to drink
caravan ali
clogs the joint

he looks quietly into the distance
and in the eyes all the fog
here a hurricane blew
and scattered the whole plan on quicksand
help allah
about alahs save us
us put together the whole quicksand plan

and Allah heard
and sent a message to the slaves
and put together the whole plan
on quicksand
the caravan stood glistened eyes
and in the distance I saw
my native pakistan

grandfather is sitting at the fence
by a jamb he smokes
well, tell us the old man, because our good plan
because our good dope
oh you children, you are mine
why is he chlorosh give me a cant
I will drag out
and brought a caravan to his native ayistan
300 tons of anasha
our native Khashchi