Cehennemde Bi Gölge

The city here is like a sealed bottle, where every echo is someone's cry, someone's unfinished toast. Words fly faster than bullets, and the streets breathe weary longing, as if they have long forgotten what it means to dream. In this rhythm, there is an eternal whirl between empty glasses and strangers' eyes, where even love is more like an investigation than a touch.

But through the darkness, a strange tenderness emerges: warm, like cigarette smoke in a night bar, hoarse, like a voice accustomed to swearing rather than singing. And even if everything around you collapses suddenly and without warning, in this noise you can hear the desire to survive, to preserve at least a shadow in hell, and in the ashes - the sprout of new life. This is music for those who have long been accustomed to pain, but still seek spring in the ink-black winter.

Lyrics: Kayra, Impala

Rhythm: Arron

Mixing/Mastering: Impala

Director: Selman Çelik

Color correction/Editing: Selman Çelik

Cover art: Impala

Recording: Agarta Music