Every Frame Has a Story

[Куплет 1] I came down early with a borrowed lens Past the brass band tuning by the avenue bend A girl in a paper crown spun once for her dad He missed the first picture, then laughed when she danced [Алдынғы қайырма] I thought i’d come to learn the light But it keeps arriving on its own [Қайырма] Every frame has a story in it Every face leaves a little sign In the bright jumble of the festival The whole wide world fits inside I raise my camera, catch the moment Before it slips beyond my view All this beautiful commotion Keeps showing me something true [Куплет 2] The baker from the corner wore a medal of flour A trumpet player shared his shade with a kid for an hour Two old friends found each other by the painted parade Their hands met mid-sentence; the years fell away [Алдынғы қайырма] No one holds still for very long That’s how the living gets in frame [Қайырма] Every frame has a story in it Every face leaves a little sign In the bright jumble of the festival The whole wide world fits inside I raise my camera, catch the moment Before it slips beyond my view All this beautiful commotion Keeps showing me something true [Көпір] Maybe someday, someone passing by Will stop at one small square of time See the grin, the brass, the turning feet And know they stood there too, with me [Final chorus] Every frame has a story in it Every face leaves a little sign In the bright jumble of the festival The whole wide world fits inside I raise my camera, catch the moment Now i know what i came to do All this beautiful commotion Keeps showing me something true [Аутро] One more frame as the parade rolls through So many lives in a point of view