The Wizard of Altai Mountains

Red pants and a ghost of a grin
Mountain boots dancing Altai winds
Pilote de Havillands lost in a trance

He is real if you believe in him
He is real if you believe in him

Eleven hours and I can't sleep
The river's crawling in the valley deep
Red pants and his leather jacket
And I am going to follow him home

And I was there when a bomb exploded
Eleven hours and I still can't sleep
Distant drums in the evening
Loneliest sound in Altai Mountains
Building slow and catching up

I am here for the duration
And I watched it come together
I rode the train