Ветер и вода (v.2)

[Intro]
(fingerpicked nylon guitar; pedal steel enters with a soft bend; distant birds; gentle wind; shaker starts)

[Verse 1]
I hear the river call my name in the morning light,
The wind carries stories I used to leave behind.
Every step I take now feels like coming home,
Even if the road is long and I’m walking alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
The trees are whispering secrets I almost forgot,
The water’s telling me time never stands still.
I’m learning to listen to what’s left unsaid,
And trust the quiet voice that guides me still.

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m finding pieces of myself in every sound,
In the rustle of leaves and the rain on the ground.
No map can show the way I’ve been led,
But I know I’m closer now than I ever was before.

[Verse 2]
The sun dips low behind the hills I used to run from,
The shadows stretch across the fields I called my own.
There’s a calm in the dark that I never understood,
Until I learned to love the silence as my own.

[Pre-Chorus]
The trees are whispering secrets I almost forgot,
The water’s telling me time never stands still.
I’m learning to listen to what’s left unsaid,
And trust the quiet voice that guides me still.

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m finding pieces of myself in every sound,
In the rustle of leaves and the rain on the ground.
No map can show the way I’ve been led,
But I know I’m closer now than I ever was before.

[Bridge]
And when the night wraps the world in its quiet coat,
I’ll sit by the fire and let the embers glow.
All the miles I’ve walked have brought me to this place,
Where the earth holds my heart and won’t let go.

[Pedal Steel Solo]
(melodic, lonesome pedal steel; nylon guitar keeps fingerpicking; steel-string adds soft strum accents; nature sounds continue as texture; upright bass holds a steady line)

[Final Chorus]
Oh, I’m finding pieces of myself in every sound,
In the rustle of leaves and the rain on the ground.
No map can show the way I’ve been led,
But I know I’m closer now than I ever was before.

[Outro]
(guitar softens; pedal steel plays a final long note; birds briefly louder; wind texture; fade)
I’m here… I’m home…
(fade out)