The Wizard of Altai Mountains - Gazpacho

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