Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You left a paper map inside the library book A crooked line from lisbon to a place you never took I traced it with my finger past the rivers and the farms And found a little kingdom folded underneath your arm [Նախաքնարերգ] The page was torn, the ink was blue But every road came back to you [Կրկներգ] I’ll follow the detour, follow the bend Where the lost miles gather and the quiet roads end No grand destination, no promise to prove Just a hand-drawn horizon and a reason to move [Տուն 2] A tailor on the corner kept a button from a coat He said it came from someone who had sailed away by boat He stitched it on a stranger’s sleeve, then watched her catch the train Some things cross a continent without a name [Նախաքնարերգ] The thread was red, the sky was wide A hundred small goodbyes outside [Կրկներգ] I’ll follow the detour, follow the bend Where the lost miles gather and the quiet roads end No grand destination, no promise to prove Just a hand-drawn horizon and a reason to move [Կամուրջ] If you find me where the old tracks disappear Bring the map, not an answer I’ll bring the missing year [Կրկներգ] I’ll follow the detour, follow the bend Where the lost miles gather and the quiet roads end No grand destination, no promise to prove Just a hand-drawn horizon and a reason to move [Ելք] A paper map, a red thread line Your unfinished route becoming mine
