Sar Bedeni

Like an ancient prayer, forgotten in the dust of centuries and accidentally found beneath a layer of silence. There's no haste in it - only the thick breathing of the earth, the bitterness of separation, and a strange, almost tender resignation to fate. The voice drifts like smoke from a sacrificial fire, enveloping, swirling, tickling the memory. It feels like the air is about to crack, and love itself will peek out from the fissure: not the kind from books, but the kind that smells of sweat, blood, and rain. Words and Music: Oğuz Aksaç Arrangement: Samet Kılıç Mixing and Mastering: İsmail Ergenler