Whatever the hell happens to me in my sleep, I wake up with songs, ... then I dive back in. Then I get up again, hop, dance. Look at that loop, my friends.
Then I realized I’m a lunatic dancing in a graveyard. I got up and started dancing, ... but you can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re beautiful. They’re fine.
Let me pour one last water and get out of here...
Gırhanaci fırfani, cıa cira cirana, cor cae cahena, din din din din din dım darom
Gırhanaci fırfani, cıa cira cirana, cor cae cahena, din din din din din dım darom
A certain uncertainty rising from the heart of Tahatalı village
A certain uncertainty rising from the heart of Tahatalı village
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
