Suruç

The song seems to be woven from mirages - from things that seem eternal but melt away as soon as you touch them. In it, the world is as unstable as the air above hot asphalt: children drink fire, the sky deceives with light, and dreams really do seem more real than the news. Everything is a little skewed, a little sad, but strangely beautiful.

Here, melancholy does not complain, it simply states: even love can be forbidden, bread can be bitter, and hope is the only thing that has not yet lost its value. And perhaps this is where salvation lies - seeing the lie, but still looking at the sun.