самая завораживающая песня на свете...бесконечная в своем анестезирующем и успокаивающем и потрясающем ритме
ха точно - Kashmir, the place, is not in, or even anywhere near,

"...Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin' through Kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh...."