The planes are flying in and out,
I am alone amidst the hall,
Awaiting flight to Atirau,
Where you and I will have a ball!
No matter far so much, or near,
At times the places strange would seem,
But meeting friends is always dear,
And planes are flying out and in!

Самолеты все время куда то летают,
Я один в этой зале огромной сижу,
В ожидании вылета в порт Атырау,
Где с тобою меня приключения ждут!
В этой спешке извечной несемся по кругу,
Удивляясь порою в какие края,
Нас заносит стремление увидить друг друга,
Самолеты все время куда то летят!

She has the style, the class and all.
When There’s time she likes to ball.
Her picture better fits the frame.
There’s quite a few who want to claim
Her friendship, mind, her heart and soul.
Will never fly who’s born to crawl!
He’s never won a single race,
His life’s merely waist of space,
His nickel never saved a dime,
He’s never been ahead of time!
All these aside, but there’s still,
Desire, strive and stunning will-
To be around, hold her hand.
And that’s the goal for which he’ll stand!
And work so hard to make it real,
There’s not a knott that won’t unreel!
He doesn’t need to stay astray,
When there’s will there is way!

My mind can never fix a frame.
How can a river be restrained?
My thinking’s never in a box –
Tradition versus paradox!
My mind can never be in line.
How can a wind be circumscribed?
Sometimes composed,
Sometimes ajar,
Sometimes so near,
Sometimes so far…

My sleepless nights are over here
Again. And you’re not near.
Confused lost like long haul laggage,
Without you my life is garbage!
I kindly ask your hand in marriage,
And tout you for a kid or five,
I beg you: “Be my lawful wife.”
If I was talking to a wall,
My ways would have it break & fall!
If only stones could listen,
They’d sore in cracks and blisters!

She is feeling alone,
On the Isle of Man!
Wants my coming along,
Being part of her plan!
Wants to hear my voice,
Feel the scent of my skin!
Wishes there was a choice,
She’s still eager and kin!

Are you feeling alone
On the Isle of Man?
Do you want me along,
Be a part of your plan?
Want to hear my voice?
Feel the scent of my skin?
Wish there was better choice?
I am still eager and kin!

Sick of being apart and ajar,
Want to sit in the front of your car!
Tender touches entwined with a stroke,
So sincere, so nice, so bespoke!
Skin is stretched and the body is hard,
Sick of being ajar and apart!