Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You kept a map of vanished rivers Folded small beneath your sleeve At the museum after closing You showed me where the waters leave A curator counted footsteps Through the marble, one by one You said, “every empty channel Still remembers what it’s done” [Նախաքնարերգ] No prophecy, no grand design Just blue ink crossing borrowed lines [Կրկներգ] Draw me a route through the impossible Mark every place the compass bends I’ll meet you past the final symbol Where the lost roads start again No need to name what pulled us under No need to promise solid ground We’ll follow thunder under paper Till a deeper country can be found [Տուն 2] In the archive, dust was rising From a box of coded film Faces flickered, half-invented Every frame a little dim You translated broken signals From a language made of scars Then you laughed and said the silence Had been speaking all along [Նախաքնարերգ] No prophecy, no grand design Just blue ink crossing borrowed lines [Կրկներգ] Draw me a route through the impossible Mark every place the compass bends I’ll meet you past the final symbol Where the lost roads start again No need to name what pulled us under No need to promise solid ground We’ll follow thunder under paper Till a deeper country can be found [Կամուրջ] If the north goes missing, let it If the landmarks lose their shape There are doors inside the detour There are exits in escape [Final chorus] Draw me a route through the impossible Leave a little room for doubt I’ll meet you past the final symbol Where the hidden worlds come out No need to name what pulled us under No need to promise solid ground We’ll follow thunder under paper Till a deeper country can be found [Ելք] Blue ink, slow turn Open page, lessons learned Blue ink, slow turn Find the road beneath the words [Instrumental outro]
