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Description
Composer Lyricist: Zeki Alper Gülay
Composer Lyricist: Mehmet Mutlu
Primary Musician: Berke Köymen
Studio Producer: Mehmet Mutlu
Studio Producer: Zeki Alper Gülay
Mixing Engineer: onur karadaş
Lyrics and translation
Original
Belki gittin, belki yoksun.
Ama ruhun dolanır salonumda.
Bazen uzanır koltuğuma. Yaşatırım seni tutunup anılara.
Boynumda nefesi, elleri omuzumdan aşağı.
Onun dokunuşu bir başka.
Susmuyor iç sesim, çağırır onu her an.
Kıskanır melekler, kokusu cennetten bir parça.
Yastığımda duruyor hâlâ.
Koynumda.
Sarılır bana, haberi yok ama koynumda.
Isıtır düşü, haberi yok ama koynumda.
Sarılır bana, haberi yok ama koynumda, koynumda.
Yaşatırım seni tutunup anılara. Boynumda nefesi, elleri omuzumdan aşağı.
Onun dokunuşu bir başka.
Susmuyor iç sesim, çağırır onu her an.
Kıskanır melekler, kokusu cennetten bir parça.
Yastığımda duruyor hâlâ.
Koynumda.
Sarılır bana, haberi yok ama koynumda.
Isıtır düşü, haberi yok ama koynumda.
Sarılır bana, haberi yok ama koynumda, koynumda.
Yaşatırım seni tutunup anılara.
Boynumda nefesi, elleri omuzumdan aşağı.
Onun dokunuşu bir başka.
Susmuyor iç sesim, çağırır onu her an.
Kıskanır melekler, kokusu cennetten bir parça.
Yastığımda duruyor hâlâ.
English translation
Maybe you're gone, maybe you're not there.
But your soul wanders around my living room.
Sometimes he lies on my couch. I will keep you alive by holding on to the memories.
His breath on my neck, his hands down my shoulders.
His touch is different.
My inner voice does not remain silent, it calls at any moment.
Angels are jealous of its scent, a piece of heaven.
It's still on my pillow.
In my bosom.
He hugs me, he doesn't know but he is in my bosom.
It warms the dream, he doesn't know it but it's in my bosom.
He hugs me, he doesn't know, but he is in my bosom, in my bosom.
I will keep you alive by holding on to the memories. His breath on my neck, his hands down my shoulders.
His touch is different.
My inner voice does not remain silent, it calls at any moment.
Angels are jealous of its scent, a piece of heaven.
It's still on my pillow.
In my bosom.
He hugs me, he doesn't know but he is in my bosom.
It warms the dream, he doesn't know it but it's in my bosom.
He hugs me, he doesn't know, but he is in my bosom, in my bosom.
I will keep you alive by holding on to the memories.
His breath on my neck, his hands down my shoulders.
His touch is different.
My inner voice does not remain silent, it calls at any moment.
Angels are jealous of its scent, a piece of heaven.
It's still on my pillow.