One by One

[Куплет 1] At the park gate, just before the evening turns gold, I clip on the leads and the day’s little parade unfolds. There’s mabel, who inspects every bench like a mayor on tour, And a terrier named kip who’s convinced he can herd every squirrel. [Алдынғы қайырма] I know which one will stop for a leaf, Which one takes the long way home, And when the last sun slips through the sycamores, They all have somewhere else to go. [Қайырма] One by one, they head for home, With their grand small plans and their noses to the breeze. I tell their stories as the hillside turns to honey, And the whole park laughs along with me. One by one, the leashes loosen, One last wag, one last look around. I walk the quiet path alone—but carry every character When the evening settles down. [Куплет 2] There’s lou, who lies down if a butterfly gets too near, And miss pickle, who can hear a snack bag from a block and a half away. Old duke greets the pond ducks like they’re guests he invited, While little dot marches backward if the geese look her way. [Алдынғы қайырма] I know who steals the shade, Who insists on leading the route, And who’ll make a brave show of a puddle Then take the whole footpath around. [Қайырма] One by one, they head for home, With their grand small plans and their noses to the breeze. I tell their stories as the hillside turns to honey, And the whole park laughs along with me. One by one, the leashes loosen, One last wag, one last look around. I walk the quiet path alone—but carry every character When the evening settles down. [Көпір] People ask me how i keep their names straight; I say, “they make it easy, every one.” The proud, the shy, the tiny self-appointed sheriff— They turn an ordinary walk into a story worth telling. [Final chorus] One by one, they head for home, With their grand small plans and their noses to the breeze. I tell their stories as the hillside turns to honey, And the whole park laughs along with me. One by one, the leashes loosen, Last bright collars disappear beyond the grounds. I walk the quiet path alone—but carry every character When the evening settles down. [Аутро] Mabel takes the lead; kip checks the trees. Tomorrow, same old path, new mysteries.