Where the Blue Rolls On

[Куплет 1] Fold the map into your pocket, leave the clock beside the door Salt is drying on your shoulders, you don't need much anymore One small bag and worn-out sandals, breakfast where the boats come in Every mile feels less like leaving, every breath begins again [Алдынғы қайырма] No appointment, no alarm Just your hand inside my palm [Қайырма] We are free where the blue rolls on Barefoot mornings, carrying on Palm leaves writing in the sun Simple days, and we're living one If the road bends, let it bend Take the long way round again You and me with the whole day wide Nothing to chase on the other side [Куплет 2] Market bells along the harbor, mango juice and paper plates A borrowed bike beside the fence line, sunset never has to wait We can wander past the headland, find a cove behind the stone Turn a quiet patch of shoreline into somewhere we call home [Алдынғы қайырма] No timetable, no disguise Open water, open skies [Қайырма] We are free where the blue rolls on Barefoot mornings, carrying on Palm leaves writing in the sun Simple days, and we're living one If the road bends, let it bend Take the long way round again You and me with the whole day wide Nothing to chase on the other side [Көпір] Let the busy world keep spinning We have found a better pace Warm wind lifting every worry Salt and sunlight on your face [Final chorus] We are free where the blue rolls on Barefoot mornings, carrying on Palm leaves writing in the sun Simple days, and we're living one If the road bends, let it bend Take the long way round again You and me with the whole day wide Nothing to chase on the other side [Аутро] Nothing to chase, nowhere to be Just the tide rolling easy and free