Beni Odana Götür

The air felt stuck between a breath and a kiss. Everything here is like smoke after a match: it stings a little, but it smells enticing. Words dissolve into the dimness of the room, where even the silence breathes with a rasp. No promises, no "forever" – just this strange ritual of intimacy, where breath becomes currency and the cold under the skin is an admission. In every line, there's a weariness from the pull of gravity, in every exhale, a desire to linger for a second longer before the world remembers it needs to keep spinning. Producer, Mixing Engineer: Selçuk Yünlü Producer, Mixing Engineer: AKDO