Ән мәтіні
[Куплет 1] You found a paper map beneath the old piano Folded where the lost chords used to be A red line wandered past a quiet river Then stopped beside a drawing of a tree [Алдынғы қайырма] You traced the road with one attentive finger As if the ink could tell you where to go I held the door, you laughed and said, “come with me” Some roads are better when they’re slow [Қайырма] Take the long way, turn where the wild grass bends Leave a little room for the day to change If the bridge is out, we’ll follow birds instead And make a different story from the same old page [Куплет 2] We crossed a field of yellow umbrellas Waving from a carnival in the rain A boy sold buttons sorted by their colors And claimed the blue ones knew the names of trains [Алдынғы қайырма] You chose a button bright as ocean water Pinned it to the sleeve you always wear I kept the map, though every mark was fading The best directions weren’t in there [Қайырма] Take the long way, turn where the wild grass bends Leave a little room for the day to change If the bridge is out, we’ll follow birds instead And make a different story from the same old page [Көпір] At the edge of town, the river split in three One went east, one disappeared beneath the reeds You said, “we don’t need certainty to move” So i stepped beside you, choosing what to lose [Final chorus] Take the long way, turn where the wild grass bends Leave a little room for the day to change If the bridge is out, we’ll follow birds instead And make a different story from the same old page [Аутро] The paper map is sleeping in my drawer The red line ends where we began But every time i open up that door The world is wider than we planned
