take flight on evening winds? What dreams begin? Each day begets its own regrets Do I dare wait or joust with fate? Time floats on As I write these
flight? On evening Winds What dreams Begins? Each day Begets Its own Regrets Do i Dare wait Or joust With fate? Time floats on As i write these letters
Vertaling: Trans-Siberiese orkes. Tyd dryf op.
