Burning sun above us,
burning desert sand.
Burning lips are longing for a little drop of water.
Through the endless desert, not a single trace remains.
Tell me, caravan man, when will we find water again?
Far across the desert sky.
Something shines before our eyes.
Учкудук, three колодца.
Protect us, protect from the burning sun.
You're an island in the desert, Учкудук.
burning desert sand.
Burning lips are longing for a little drop of water.
Through the endless desert, not a single trace remains.
Tell me, caravan man, when will we find water again?
Far across the desert sky.
Something shines before our eyes.
Учкудук, three колодца.
Protect us, protect from the burning sun.
You're an island in the desert, Учкудук.