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[Куплет 1] You keep a map of vanished rivers Folded small beneath your sleeve Names erased by changing borders Still you know where they used to be I found your mark on an old survey Pressed in blue against the grain You said some roads are only visible After seasons shift the plain [Алдынғы қайырма] No promises carved in stone No grand parade to lead us home Just your hand tracing north again And me learning where the silence bends [Қайырма] Draw me a place that the atlas missed A narrow country on your wrist Where the lost lines turn and softly insist We were never meant to live by the list [Куплет 2] You collect the voices of elevators Between the first floor and the sky Every stranger leaves a sentence In the cables passing by One said, “keep the broken compass” One laughed like a struck match flame You carry all those little failures Like coordinates without a name [Алдынғы қайырма] No spotlight waiting in the wings No easy answer tied with strings Just your pulse making room for doubt And me finding a different way out [Қайырма] Draw me a place that the atlas missed A narrow country on your wrist Where the lost lines turn and softly insist We were never meant to live by the list [Көпір] If the border moves, let it move If the signal fades, let it fade There are truths that only surface When the instrument is misplayed Keep one blank page for the future Keep one door without a key I don’t need a perfect direction I need somewhere honest to be [Final chorus] Draw me a place that the atlas missed A hidden passage under the wrist Where the lost lines turn and softly insist We were never meant to live by the list [Аутро] Fold the map, leave the edges wild Let the unknown stay undefiled Your quiet compass, my open hand Two unmarked names in an unfinished land
