Description
The words seem to smell of wet asphalt and cigarette smoke - the kind that stings your eyes and makes you lie that everything is fine. Here, a stubborn childhood promise of “never” is intertwined with the bitter realities of growing up, where the streets teach you more painful lessons than people do. With each line, you can feel the heaviness of footsteps on cold slabs, where every choice seems foreign, yet made with your own hands.
In this sound, there is not only fatigue, but also a strange fire: the desire to burn and gather yourself again, to hide in an embrace, to forget names but remember feelings. The music does not so much tell a story as leave an aftertaste - like a scar that no longer hurts but still warms your hand when you run your fingers over it.
Arrangement: Kane Radd
Mixed by: Kalimero
Mastering: Bugra Kunt
Director: AMIRAL
Cinematographer: Alper Ünyaylar
Assistant Director: Utkan Evji
Lyrics and translation
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