[Verse 1] Cold tea on the table Steam long gone You traced our names In a ring of bronze Old town breathing Through a cracked window Prayer call bending Over streets I know
[Chorus] Ashes over Anatolia Fall on my tongue, taste of yesterday Every stone remembers us Even if you walk away Ashes over Anatolia Settle on my skin, I fade to grey I still hear your silence Louder than the break of day
[Verse 2] Your shawl on the hanger Still holds your shape One loose thread Hangs like my faith You left your silver ring In the blue glass bowl Moonlight stares at it Like it knows my soul
[Chorus]
[Bridge] [low vocal register] If I follow every echo Down these narrow veins of town Will I find the door you closed Or learn to lay this longing down [duduk solo, cello murmuring beneath]
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Stile di musica
jazz, Smoky melancholic Anatolian ethno‑jazz over a slow trip‑hop pulse. Duduk and ney weave call‑and‑response motifs around a warm, close‑mic’d cello. Female vocals sit intimate and breathy, verses almost spoken, chorus opening into long, aching notes and stacked harmonies. Drums stay sparse and dusty, bass round and low, with subtle cinematic swells and delays that deepen the dark, moody atmosphere., soulful, cello, emotional, moody, slow, soft, female vocals