Med Cezir
Levent Yüksel
Ebb and Flow
```The ones who give seven fall from your skin
Your skin, colorful
You bloom, my one with or without seasons
Your scent changes, your warmth burns me
These ebb and flows are not easy to give up...
(CHORUS)
My storm, my disaster, my longing
Loving is not enough, not enough
Your violence, how sweet, how beautiful, your affection
The more I love, the more I want to love
I'll chase after you until death
Nights ignite, nights burn out
My body is upside down, drunk, my head spins
Your salt mixes with my skin, my one
These ebb and flows are not easy to give up...
(CHORUS)```
