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 [bad word] in the evening 
Loneliest sound in Altai Mountains 
Building slow and catching up 

I am here for the duration 
And I watched [bad word] together 
I rode the train