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[Куплет 1] You keep a map of places That never made the news Folded beneath your jacket With ink in shades of blue You mark the alleys backward You circle what you miss I read the route in silence And let the distance twist [Алдынғы қайырма] No need to name the border No need to make it plain Some roads become a language When memory changes shape [Қайырма] Take me where the compass falters Where the old signs lose their claim I’ll be the hand beneath the paper You’ll be the spark without a name Turn the world a little sideways Let the fixed lines drift apart If you’re carrying a hidden country Leave its coordinates in my heart [Куплет 2] You found a choir of satellites Humming over empty fields Collected broken signals To learn what silence yields A silver thread of weather Moved across the radio You said, “there’s more than one way out,” And i believed you so [Алдынғы қайырма] No need to chase the answer No need to force the door Some truths arrive like footsteps You recognize before [Қайырма] Take me where the compass falters Where the old signs lose their claim I’ll be the hand beneath the paper You’ll be the spark without a name Turn the world a little sideways Let the fixed lines drift apart If you’re carrying a hidden country Leave its coordinates in my heart [Көпір] Maybe we are temporary Like chalk beneath a passing storm Maybe every shape we trusted Was only waiting to transform Still, i know the sound you make When the unknown becomes less far A quiet pulse, a widening sky A door disguised as a scar [Final chorus] Take me where the compass falters Where the old signs lose their claim I’ll be the hand beneath the paper You’ll be the spark without a name Turn the world a little sideways Let the fixed lines drift apart If you’re carrying a hidden country Leave its coordinates in my heart [Аутро] Leave the coordinates Leave the coordinates I’ll find you by the change in air
