Motorhead - I Aint No Nice Guy

When he woke up, he could not figure out how long he slept and dreamed something. A neighbor was sleeping beside him, leaning a little against his shoulder, the plane was buzzing measuredly, as if he were humming under his breath, and beyond the window, an endless darkness spread, it seemed that the earth had inaudibly collapsed and left under them God knows what depths. And here, in the darkened cabin, it was calm and good. Soon, and landing, there were some less than two hours left. Arlene will meet him in the waiting room, shining even more joyfully than usual, after three days spent without his parents. And he, of course, would be pleased with her no less; but now, although the minute of the meeting was quickly approaching, now he felt above all this, he hovered over the frantic run of time, like a lone note of a flute over a silent, frozen orchestra. Who knows, maybe the plane itself soared now in space,not moving like motionless golden punctures of stars in the sky.