I knew everybody… but me. Gave everybody… what they need. Yabancı… Yabancı… If I finally found myself… who’d I have to leave? What’s strange, YABANCI Strangers lay, Across fields Reflections yield YABANCI What’s real, Who’s left, but me Talkin to me, Discussing what’s discussed Trust to be an advantage Not took to discuss Just another stroll through my mind Walking beside myself to walk around Me… one more time… Only to find… YABANCI Yabancı… If I finally found myself… who’d I have to leave? Yabancı… Maybe the stranger… was me. Yabancı… Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
