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[Куплет 1] Inside a library book from nineteen eighty-two A folded little coastline fell out when i turned the page Blue ink around an island, one red mark in the sea And someone wrote, “go slowly; the ferry waits for me” [Қайырма] So i carried that map through the market square With a paper-thin secret folded in my hand I never found the island, but i found your name On the back, in smaller letters, where the ink began to fade [Куплет 2] The bookseller remembered a sailor with a silver ring Who traded worn-out atlases for stories people bring He said the red mark moved whenever storms came through Maybe that was only weather, maybe it was you [Қайырма] So i carried that map through the market square With a paper-thin secret folded in my hand I never found the island, but i found your name On the back, in smaller letters, where the ink began to fade [Көпір] If you left it there on purpose Then you knew i’d take my time Every line became a doorway Every turn became a sign [Қайырма] So i carried that map through the market square With a paper-thin secret folded in my hand I never found the island, but i found your name And the room grew very quiet when i read it once again [Аутро] Maybe i’ll return the map someday Maybe i’ll keep it in the book Maybe somewhere past the harbor You are waiting where i look Take it slowly, take it slowly Let the blue ink change its shape No island needs to be discovered For a journey to escape
