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[Куплет 1] You keep a map of vanished borders Folded underneath your sleeve Every line points somewhere altered Every name refuses me I found your signal in the margins Pressed between two different inks You said, “don’t call it getting lost, love Call it learning how it thinks” [Алдынғы қайырма] So turn the page slow Let the old roads disappear There’s a different kind of distance When the truth gets near [Қайырма] Meet me where the compass bends Where the north forgets its name We can trade our false defenses For a little honest flame No promises in perfect language No rehearsed escape Just your hand against the silence And the shape we choose to make [Куплет 2] You wear a scar like hidden syntax Only certain eyes can read I bring no answer in my pocket Only room for what you need There’s a blue line through the atlas Where the vanished rivers ran You said, “some things become a country When you finally understand” [Алдынғы қайырма] So turn the page slow Let the old roads disappear There’s a different kind of distance When the truth gets near [Қайырма] Meet me where the compass bends Where the north forgets its name We can trade our false defenses For a little honest flame No promises in perfect language No rehearsed escape Just your hand against the silence And the shape we choose to make [Көпір] If the world keeps moving westward Let it move without our fear I don’t need a final answer I just need you fully here [Қайырма] Meet me where the compass bends Where the north forgets its name We can trade our false defenses For a little honest flame No promises in perfect language No rehearsed escape Just your hand against the silence And the shape we choose to make [Аутро] Where the compass bends Where the north forgets its name We are more than where we started We are more than what we came
