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[Куплет 1] You drew a red line through the atlas Past the places people knew With a compass made of bottle caps And a pocket full of blue You said the world was not a picture Pinned beneath somebody’s thumb It was a thousand roads of silver Waiting for us to become [Алдынғы қайырма] So take my hand, the ground is turning Every mile is something learned [Қайырма] We are chasing the migrating sun Over ridges, over rivers, one by one If the horizon keeps moving, let it run I’ll be there where the wild road comes undone We are chasing, chasing the migrating sun [Куплет 2] At the edge of a salt-white valley We heard the distant cranes call out Their wings wrote changing constellations Across the evening’s open mouth You laughed and threw your map to heaven Watched it tumble, watched it spin Some directions find their meaning Only after we begin [Алдынғы қайырма] So take my hand, the ground is turning Every mile is something learned [Қайырма] We are chasing the migrating sun Over ridges, over rivers, one by one If the horizon keeps moving, let it run I’ll be there where the wild road comes undone We are chasing, chasing the migrating sun [Көпір] No promised mark, no final border Just the pulse beneath our feet Every unknown asks a question Every question makes us free [Final chorus] We are chasing the migrating sun With the whole wide sky unfolding as we run If the horizon keeps moving, let it run I’ll be there where the wild road comes undone We are chasing, chasing the migrating sun We are chasing, chasing the migrating sun [Аутро] Past the last familiar sign Your compass heart is next to mine
