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Description
White walls, a white flower - and somewhere deep inside, a heart that cannot forget. It seems that everything has been said, all explanations given, but melancholy stubbornly blossoms every evening, as if deliberately cultivated on this soil.
In words - a closed space, four walls that hold stronger than any locks. In images - tenderness and pain fighting for the right to be the main thing. A flower with golden pollen suddenly becomes a symbol of what is lost and what continues to shine anyway.
The result is music about the impossibility of walking the road alone, about the strange luxury of pain - when it does not let go, but also reminds you that your feelings were alive.
Lyrics - Music - Arrangement: Alp Tanata
Vocals, guitar: Alp Tanata
Bass guitar: Logic Pro X Session Player, processing: Alp Tanata
Synthesizer: Logic Pro X Session Player, processing: Alp Tanata
Drums: MIDI editing: Alp Tanata. Thanks to Arslan Kemal Mercan for his advice.
Mixing: Alp Tanata
Mastering: Logic Pro X Mastering Assistant, Alp Tanata
Lyrics and translation
Original
Özmüşüz birbirimizi soluma soluma vuruyor.
Uzun uzun anlatıp.
Özleyiş sanki içimi dışıma sarıyor gibidir. Sensiz geçemem bu yolları.
Sensiz geçmem bu yolları.
O senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin acısı.
Çiçeğim sen bembeyazsın kucağında sarı polenler.
Senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin yarası.
Çiçeğim sen hep beyazsın sevdiklerin bana sualler.
Hapsolup kendine, uydurup bir sebep.
Bendeki bu hasreti büyüten her gece.
O senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin acısı.
Çiçeğim sen bembeyazsın kucağında sarı polenler.
Senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin yarası.
Çiçeğim sen hep beyazdın.
O senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin acısı.
Çiçeğim sen bembeyazsın kucağında sarı polenler.
Senin o dört duvarın, yüreğimin yarası.
Çiçeğim sen hep beyazdın.
English translation
We miss each other, he hits each other left and right.
Explaining at length.
It's like the longing is wrapping me inside and out. I can't pass these roads without you.
I won't pass these roads without you.
It's the pain of your four walls, the pain of my heart.
My flower, you are pure white, yellow pollen in your arms.
Those four walls of yours are the wound of my heart.
My flower, you are always white, your loved ones ask me questions.
He gets trapped in himself, he makes up a reason.
Every night that makes this longing in me grow.
It's the pain of your four walls, the pain of my heart.
My flower, you are pure white, yellow pollen in your arms.
Those four walls of yours are the wound of my heart.
My flower, you were always white.
It's the pain of your four walls, the pain of my heart.
My flower, you are pure white, yellow pollen in your arms.
Those four walls of yours are the wound of my heart.
My flower, you were always white.