The desert wind whispers a name carved in the dust.
Born in the palace but raised by the road,
Carrying love like a heavy gold load.
Searching for Aslı through valleys of stone,
A king in the making, yet wandering alone.
He traded his crown for a saz and a song,
To find where his heartbeat and spirit belong.
Kerem, Kerem, let the fire ignite,
A soul burning bright in the dead of the night.
Kerem, Kerem, the ashes will fly,
Love never fades, it just touches the sky.
The button is stuck, the silk will not part,
A magical curse on a desperate heart.
One spark from his chest sets the world into flame,
He dies for the girl while he breathes out her name.
Just embers and echoes remain.
Just Kerem...
in the rain.
