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[Куплет 1] At the county shelter, just before they close, I take the long way past each kennel row. I learn their names, the sounds they make, Who leans in close, who needs a little space. I sing about the miles they made it through, The hard first days, the kind hands coming due. A brindle dog lifts up his careful face; I give him time, and he gives me his. [Алдынғы қайырма] Some hearts arrive here carrying a past, But a patient hello can make a good thing last. [Қайырма] Come meet the ones who still believe, The eager paws, the shy ones learning to breathe. You bring a little room, they bring their whole heart through; There’s a good life waiting to begin with you. Come meet them—take your time, stay awhile; A new best friend may be learning your smile. [Куплет 2] Milo came in thin, with one ear turned, He watched each visitor and slowly learned. Now he trots beside the garden gate, As if he knows that someone’s running late. June keeps her treasures tucked beneath her chin, Then brings them out when someone settles in. I tell their stories, never dress them up: They’ve had a rough road, and they’ve got love to spare. [Алдынғы қайырма] No perfect past, no perfect plan, Just one kind choice made when you can. [Қайырма] Come meet the ones who still believe, The eager paws, the shy ones learning to breathe. You bring a little room, they bring their whole heart through; There’s a good life waiting to begin with you. Come meet them—take your time, stay awhile; A new best friend may be learning your smile. [Көпір] When i sing, the hallway settles down, A dozen bright eyes turn without a sound. Maybe hope is not a grand parade— Maybe it’s a leash, and the first walk made. [Final chorus] Come meet the ones who still believe, The eager paws, the shy ones learning to breathe. You bring a little room, they bring their whole heart through; There’s a good life waiting to begin with you. Come meet them—take your time, stay awhile; A new best friend may be learning your smile. [Аутро] I sing their names as evening settles in; Tomorrow, someone might sing one again.
