Stone breathes. Air remembers. Kül rengi gök, kalbimde iz, rüzgârla taş olur her sözümüz. Zaman akar, dokunur sessiz, bu toprak hep senin nefesinmiş. Dust moves slow beneath the moon, drums of time — an ancient tune. Your shadow burns across the plain, we dance inside this endless vein. Kalbim taşla bir olur, I’m the echo that endures, Between the dust and sky. Cappadocia, breath of stone, you carve the silence, make it known. Through dust and flame we learn to fly, our hearts belong to earth and sky. Gölgeler düşer, gök yankılar, her mağara bir dua kadar. Yandım sessiz, toprağın sesi, beni çağırır derin nefesi. Taşın içinde bir kalp var, In every echo, who we are, We rise, we fall — but we remain. Cappadocia, breath of stone, your rhythm beats beneath my bone. Between the dust, between the sky, we fade, we live, we never die.
