In a voluntary exile, as the warmth of the first sunshine rises at my first day in Afyon, and I sit at the sidewalk of a yet deserted street, I listen from an opening shop, a song that makes me feel with tears, the result of all my defeats…
Söz Verdık/Nalan
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