Глядя на список дорожек диска, я вдруг понял, что из них в нужном порядке можно составить текст:
I was Born to fly, But there is nothing but the Dust of Oblivion around me... Even I will get the Cloudy tops and feel the Wind of freedom, I will see you every time Inside the Glass Sphere, Where I can make a Flight through darkness to you, Where I can find the Way to future... And maybe I will return to you as a Midnight rider Through the Thunderstorm... And then I will show you the Free ride, The freedom in this Age of the high tech... But it’s just a dream... Still I’m Falling into Oblivion, But I want to take a Flight around the Earth to see you again... And that will be like a Birth of the star in my life... I will remember the day when the Twilight became the blue night... The Night on the seashore, when we were together... I thought, that I can fly With the speed of light on the wings of love... I will remember... But now I just ride... Ride by The Western Highway, follow the Sun...