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The melody seemed to come from the morning mist, where the grass is still cold and the heart is hot with unspoken words. Everything revolves around one feeling in it, like a stream around a stone: it beats softly, murmurs, doesn't let go. His voice is a little tired, but stubbornly gentle. It seems it's not a person singing, but the road itself, which knows: there are hills ahead again, rain again, and still, you have to keep going. In these sounds, longing isn't like pain, but like the habit of breathing. It's a little dizzying, like wine poured during conversations that no one intends to end. Video: Ipek Ozcan Mix: Xavier Hill Mastering: Weiss Cholak