The sun is giving birth to itself
Separation Fire of War
The time stopped as if looking in my face
Rest is Forbidden to my soul
Sometimes the nearest is remote
When one side is finished Love reads my soul
Nobody can exceed my skin
My soul is also mourning
Either you or you come back indeed
Turn back Half my soul
Between Two seasons
You don't know how many years
Turn back This place is burning
Between two collars
Strait node node of Istanbul
Turn back