Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You keep a second name beneath your tongue A little constellation no map has found I saw it surface when the elevator stalled And all the numbered floors went dark and small You said the city teaches people how to vanish I said, “then why are you still here with me?” Your thumb drew circles on the paper ticket Like you were marking where the truth should be [Նախաքնարերգ] Don’t give me the polished version Leave the edges where they are I can read the changing weather In the pulse beneath your arm [Կրկներգ] Tell me what the locked door remembers Tell me what you carried through I don’t need a perfect answer I just want the part that’s true If the past is still a river Let it bend beneath our feet We can stand beside the current Without asking it to leave [Տուն 2] There’s a photograph inside your old coat A faceless crowd beneath a paper sun You keep it turned against your heartbeat As if the vanished could be summoned You laughed and said, “some ghosts have good manners They never knock, they simply wait” Then you handed me the missing corner Like a small confession sealed in tape [Նախաքնարերգ] Don’t give me the polished version Leave the edges where they are I can hear the hidden engine When you say you’ve come this far [Կրկներգ] Tell me what the locked door remembers Tell me what you carried through I don’t need a perfect answer I just want the part that’s true If the past is still a river Let it bend beneath our feet We can stand beside the current Without asking it to leave [Կամուրջ] Maybe we are not the witnesses Maybe we are evidence Two unfinished translations Learning what the silence meant No oath, no grand surrender No halo over what we do Just your hand releasing slowly And my hand staying with you [Final chorus] Tell me what the locked door remembers Tell me what you carried through I don’t need a perfect answer I just want the part that’s true If the past is still a river Let it bend beneath our feet We can stand beside the current Without asking it to leave [Ելք] Leave the edges where they are Leave the edges where they are I can hold the unfinished truth Without turning it into a scar
