The Square Comes Alive

[Куплет 1] A trumpet case beside the fountain, Coins ring bright against the stone. You set your bow across the strings And make that crowded plaza your own. A baker taps a rhythm softly, Two school kids spin beneath the clock; A woman with a paper parcel Stops to hear the second walk. [Алдынғы қайырма] Every face has crossed a border, Every step has come from somewhere; You draw the map in little phrases, And the whole square meets you there. [Қайырма] Oh, the square comes alive in your melody, One note, and the day starts to sing. There’s a thousand small stories in every phrase, And a world in the turn of a string. We’re strangers for only a minute, Then the rhythm makes room for us all; You play, and the people keep moving, Like the whole wide world found its feet in this square. [Куплет 2] A courier rolls his bicycle closer, A tourist lets her timetable fold. The old man who sells bright ribbons Finds a partner, brave and bold. You lean into a rising passage; The children answer with a shout. A passing bus exhales at the corner, Then the tune keeps pouring out. [Алдынғы қайырма] Someone carries news from lisbon, Someone learned that step in leeds; You give them both the same refrain, And it says what neither needs to read. [Қайырма] Oh, the square comes alive in your melody, One note, and the day starts to sing. There’s a thousand small stories in every phrase, And a world in the turn of a string. We’re strangers for only a minute, Then the rhythm makes room for us all; You play, and the people keep moving, Like the whole wide world found its feet in this square. [Көпір] When the last bright coins have settled And the evening vendors roll away, You’ll carry all those borrowed footsteps To another corner, another day. But the tune stays in our shoulders, In the way we cross the square— A little proof that life is bigger When there’s someone there to share. [Final chorus] Oh, the square comes alive in your melody, One note, and the day starts to sing. There’s a thousand small stories in every phrase, And a world in the turn of a string. We’re strangers for only a minute, Then the rhythm makes room for us all; You play, and the people keep moving, Like the whole wide world found its feet in this square. [Аутро] One last turn, and the crowd lets it linger, One bright note carried into the air; Tomorrow your tune will find new feet In another square, somewhere.