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