Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You found the blank wall by the bus-route bend, Where the old brick ended and the shops began. A blue-tailed heron crossed a field of gold; You painted the river the maps left out. Kids came by with their bikes at five, Calling out colors as the shapes took life. By supper, the corner had a different name— Not just where you waited, but where people came. [Նախաքնարերգ] One neighbor brought a ladder, One brought a tin of green; Soon every hand on the block Had a part in what we’d seen. [Կրկներգ] Paint it where the whole town can see, Give that tired old wall a reason to breathe. A little color, a little room to begin, And look how the whole street is leaning in. We’re not just passing, we’re making a place, Putting our hopes in a wide-open space. When a blank wall says, “come make something new,” The change starts here—and it starts with you. [Տուն 2] The barber sketched a sun with a crooked grin, The school band voted for a bright red fin. A grandmother chose the shade of the bay, Then signed her name where the gulls swept away. The landlord came down, arms folded tight; By the time he left, he was holding the light, A small paint roller someone passed his way, And a patch of deep orange he added himself that day. [Նախաքնարերգ] No speech from a platform, No promise on a sign; Just neighbors finding colors And making them align. [Կրկներգ] Paint it where the whole town can see, Give that tired old wall a reason to breathe. A little color, a little room to begin, And look how the whole street is leaning in. We’re not just passing, we’re making a place, Putting our hopes in a wide-open space. When a blank wall says, “come make something new,” The change starts here—and it starts with you. [Կամուրջ] By monday, the youth club had opened its gate; The corner store kept the sidewalk clear. Nobody called it a miracle— They just started showing up here. You stepped back while the late bus rolled through, And every passenger looked up at the view. [Final chorus] Paint it where the whole town can see, Give that tired old wall a reason to breathe. A little color, a little room to begin, And look how the whole street is leaning in. We’re not just passing, we’re making a place, Putting our hopes in a wide-open space. When a blank wall says, “come make something new,” The change starts here—and it starts with you. [Ելք] The river runs on in a painted blue, And the whole block knows what a few hands can do.
