THERE ISN'T WATER ON THE DESERT

There isn't water on the dessert, and camels don't want to go
Crawl longer I don't have strenght, o, how very, how very thirsty
Our caravan is pressed into a sand, it sinks like a heavy boat
Our bandmaster looks at us closely, his dirty hair stand up like wire
Our bandmaster drinks old wine, in his eyes I see wild splendor
Already drunk just like a pig and the boobs whip beating us


The desert draws us from head to heel
Burns the eyes, dried body and blood
And only the tra, tra, tra, grinds his teeth in the sand
Sun tan bellies, wind jerk our clothes
 

Only sand! Dry sand!
Only sand! Dry sand! Only...
 

There isn't water on the desert, and we still have a lot of road
Whose is the punishment, whom the wine that the tank is already so many years?
Our bandmaster drunk old wine, in his eyes I see wild splendor
Already drunk just like a pig and the boobs whip beating us

Only sand! Dry sand!
Only sand! Dry sand! Only...

The desert draws us from head to heel
Burns the eyes, dried body and blood
And only the tra, tra, tra, grinds his teeth in the sand
Sun tan bellies, wind jerk our clothes 

Only sand! Dry sand!
Only sand! Dry sand! Only...