We had it and the sun was about to leave
A village on the deep of desert was cut off
A wild land of none plants grow
And the sandhill already had to move
A woman of a shabby-dressed welcomed us
Her husband being went for hunt
And there was additional place to take a rest
We are five men and two wives
The place is likely unvisited at all
And we gathered ourselves no to go remote
We picked the sources of our dinner and wait
Perhaps a man comes and we find sociable
No one answered us until the morning comes
A man of thick mustaches he would greet
And two hunted bustards he dangled on a saddle
He said welcome, you're good guests
And you had to spend three days more
At a next dawn we heard rifles' shoots
We so much feared and had to escape
The senior fellow said, you may not move
And we picked up our breath for the last moment
On that deserted place, what could we do?
On the next day we had another trip
And the man accompanied us so long
The time is hard and the water is few
We had to go nineteen miles perhaps we reach
And we should pass by the salty areas
There we had a bit sorrow how we come
And one wife began to wail and shout
You're not men to ever accompanied
And the march turning as the soft of the place
We had it but we might never think more.
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