Ercan - Ulusu

The morning mist clings to the silver strings,A song of the soil that the old wind sings.I carried my heart through the dust and the stone,To the valleys where only the echoes are known.

: A soulful track showcasing his vocal range. Ercan Ulusu

Oh, the bağlama weeps in a wooden embrace,Seeking a shadow or a long-lost face.The river runs deep, but the road is more wide,With a thousand secrets buried inside. The morning mist clings to the silver strings,A