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Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a cowboy, a sailor
– Jigit án jazǵan saıyn ol kovboı, teńizshi bolady
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
– Birinshi pıoner sıaqty alaqanynda álemmen oınaý
Every time he opens his mouth, it’s a loud movie trailer
– Ol aýzyn ashqan saıyn, bul fılmniń qatty treıleri
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
– Onyń oıynsha, árbir sýret pen dybysty qıyp alý onyń osynda bolǵanyn dáleldeıdi
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain
– Qol, tikenek, fızıkalyq tóbeles, jaryq jarqyly, perde
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden
– Aqyly, ondyq, ýaqyttyń ótýi, bıiktik, súńgý, aýyrtpalyq
A girl, a night, a typical type, a siren in the water
– Qyz, tún, tıptik túri, sýdaǵy sırena
A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father
– Shıyrshyq, bas ızeý, Qudaıdyń habary, ul, Qasıetti Áke
Every time a guy writes a song, he’s a sailor, a cowboy
– Jigit án jazǵan saıyn ol teńizshi, kovboı bolady
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
– Ol álemdi ózi jasaǵandaı alaqanynda ustaıdy
Every time I open my mouth, I think, “Wow, what a loud noise”
– Aýzymdy ashqan saıyn”Ýaý, qandaı qatty shý”dep oılaımyn.
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed
– Áli de sabyn qorabynda, men jaı ǵana qýanbaǵan sıaqtymyn dep úmittenemin
The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
– Qol, qalam, taǵy da jazý, taldyń aınalasyndaǵy jel
The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– Kıiz, muz, ýaqyttyń ótýi, terezeniń erýi
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the bottle in the ocean
– “Qazir”,” sodan keıin”, “qashan”, “muhıttaǵy bótelke” týraly oılar
The strike, the pause, the message from God forbid she shows emotion
– Ereýil, kidiris, Habarlama Qudaı saqtasyn ol emosıany kórsetedi
This isn’t rage, it’s worth a mention
– Bul ashý emes, aıta ketken jón
This is a fake internal tension
– Bul jalǵan ishki shıelenis
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
– Keıde men bir pikir bildiremin
And stand on its back to gauge attention
– Jáne nazar aýdarý úshin onyń arqasyna turyńyz
This isn’t rage, it’s too specific
– Bul ashý emes, bul tym naqty
I like to hate symbolic limits
– Men sımvoldyq shekteýlerdi jek kórgendi unatamyn
This is no statement, I’m complicit
– Bul málimdeme emes, men seriktespin
This is a dream, God put me in it
– Bul arman, Qudaı meni soǵan saldy
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow
– Qol, tikenek, fızıkalyq tóbeles, taldyń aınalasyndaǵy jel
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, the melting down the window
– Jol aqysy, ondyq, ýaqyttyń ótýi, terezeniń erýi
The now, the then, the thinking of “when,” the siren in the water
– “Qazir”,” sodan keıin”, “sýdaǵy sırena” týraly oılaý
The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
– Ereýil, kidiris, Qudaıdyń habary, bul meni onyń qyzy ete me?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, a score under the wire
– Qol, ıterý, ańǵar, sekirý, symnyń astyndaǵy upaı
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Tek meni sypyryp al, meni sypyryp al da, bıikke bir jerge apar
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Tek meni sypyryńyz, jaı ǵana sypyryńyz jáne meni joǵary jaqqa aparyńyz
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
– Tek meni sypyryńyz, jaı ǵana sypyryńyz jáne meni joǵary jaqqa aparyńyz
