原始歌词 (English)
An Airport's Dimensions
In the place there are countless rows
Of seats for and in which infinite transient souls
Meet and exist in brief
They have been for many years
Yet to my wonder they appear
As if out of the blue
Then amazingly they vanish
And are no more then known here
Yet as they are, my own identity is forgotten
A mortal dimension of immortality
In comparison of the noted presence
And a forgotten trace that is wisped away...
By death, or by a 747.