Atilla ilhan
"I am obliged to you, you do not know
I keep your name in my mind like a mih
Your eyes are getting bigger
I am obliged to you, you do not know
I warm my heart with you.
Trees getting ready for autumn
Is this city that old Istanbul?
Clouds are breaking in the dark
Street lights flashing
The smell of rain on the pavements
I'm obligated to you, you're gone.
ATILLA ILHAN
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