Lights switched off, voices are muted
Scent off excitement, popcorn amusement
Cinema within my head
Starring the people in my spiderweb
Can't let them go, hold on too tightly
They talk to me yet it all happens quietly
As they're looking down to me
I realise
I'm a small child, a loved one in their loving eyes
They take my hand, want to show me a relic
Where grandma had sung, my parents met, set the first brick
When our traces will be gone
The sun will keep shining on Issyk-Kul