Kaybolsam

In this song, the nights stretch out like scattered cards - dark, with skewed numbers and incorrect calculations. Inside, there is either confession or fatigue from the eternal “the numbers don't add up”: too fast a rhythm, too much blame on others, too little air. The words sound like an internal dialogue, where half of the phrases are self-justifications and half are an attempt to keep at least someone around until dawn.

The music seems to walk on thin ice: sometimes a sharp beat, like pebbles underfoot, sometimes soft vocals, as if shielding from the wind. The combination of confession and street drive creates a strange feeling - as if this is the recipe for survival after all the wrong choices. While the night holds you captive, all you can do is dance and come up with quick lies so you don't go crazy from your own honesty.

Lyrics and music: Berkay Altunay

Editing: Kadir Ekza Akbaba

Lyrics: Sinan Jan Sak