[Intro]
Footsteps on a winding road, the horizon calls our names
Ink our maps with rivers of light, where old and new both flame
[Verse 1]
We walk the Nuwakot trails, where histories softly glow
Carved stones hum melodies of tales only travelers know
A painter splashes dawn across the hills, a drummer beads the rain
We tell our stories with the wind, we dress the wind with grain
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the whispers of the ancients guiding every stride
Then lift your gaze to the pulse of now, where dreams and craft collide
[Chorus]
Step by step we wander, sing with the mountains high
We stitch the past to futures bold beneath an open sky
From temple bells to neon signs, our voices intertwine
Exploration and art, alive in every line
[Verse 2]
Markets bloom like constellations, woven fabrics, painted drums
The river carries new verses, while old myths softly hum
We sketch our routes in colors bright, with stories as our guide
The road becomes a canvas where our curious hearts reside
[Pre-Chorus]
Let heritage and hustle dance in harmony and pride
Carry the thread of ancestors into every stride
[Chorus]
Step by step we wander, sing with the mountains high
We stitch the past to futures bold beneath an open sky
From temple bells to neon signs, our voices intertwine
Exploration and art, alive in every line
[Bridge]
Under crimson sunsets, we trade fears for fearless art
We lift our voices to the wind, a map within the heart
[Chorus]
Step by step we wander, sing with the mountains high
We stitch the past to futures bold beneath an open sky
From temple bells to neon signs, our voices intertwine
Exploration and art, alive in every line
[Outro]
Trail by trail, we carry stories far and wide
The Nuwakot echo meets the modern tide
