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[Куплет 1] You left a blue key on the windowsill Beside a map with a corner torn I traced the river past the paper hill And found your handwriting marked "reborn" [Алдынғы қайырма] No destination, no promised sign Just one small question crossing mine [Қайырма] Where does a lost thing learn to belong? Maybe it follows the shape of a song Maybe the road bends under the rain And brings what was missing back home again [Куплет 2] A paper kite caught in the telephone tree Pulled at its string like it wanted to speak I climbed three floors for the mystery And found a child's red mitten up there, meek [Алдынғы қайырма] I held it close, then watched it fly A little answer against the sky [Қайырма] Where does a lost thing learn to belong? Maybe it follows the shape of a song Maybe the road bends under the rain And brings what was missing back home again [Көпір] Tonight the blue key turns in a lock The map lies open beside the clock Some doors are rooms, some doors are years Some open softly after we disappear [Қайырма] Where does a lost thing learn to belong? Maybe it follows the shape of a song Maybe the road bends under the rain And brings what was missing back home again [Аутро] The river keeps moving, the paper grows still The blue key rests on the windowsill
