Ән мәтіні
[Куплет 1] Folded map on the kitchen table One small bag by the open door I leave the clock on the silent cable Don’t need to count what the days are for [Алдынғы қайырма] Salt on my shirt, warm sand on my feet A little less wanting makes life feel sweet [Қайырма] We’re free where the blue rolls into the shore No need to be somewhere, no need to want more Palm leaves writing circles above our heads Sun on the water, soft gold on the sand Take my hand, take my hand We’ll wander easy and live while we can [Куплет 2] Morning fruit from a roadside table Laughing with strangers beneath the fan No polished plan, just a willing traveler Following paths that the tide began [Алдынғы қайырма] Breeze through the leaves, warm light on your face The world feels wider when we slow our pace [Қайырма] We’re free where the blue rolls into the shore No need to be somewhere, no need to want more Palm leaves writing circles above our heads Sun on the water, soft gold on the sand Take my hand, take my hand We’ll wander easy and live while we can [Көпір] If tomorrow calls, let it call from far away Tonight we’ve got the ocean and an hour to stay Barefoot on the shoreline, nothing left to prove A simple kind of living, a simple way to move [Final chorus] We’re free where the blue rolls into the shore No need to be somewhere, no need to want more Palm leaves writing circles above our heads Sun on the water, soft gold on the sand Take my hand, take my hand We’ll wander easy and live while we can [Аутро] Easy days, open sea You and me, just you and me
