Merkanescaline

Out in the village, where the fields run wild

There's a man named Erkan, gentle and mild

Living quiet, simple days, beneath the sun

He’s the heart of the village, everyone knows he's the one

Erkan walks through the yards, with a gaze so calm

His footsteps soft in the dirt, like a gentle psalm

He knows every face, every story, every smile

Living in the countryside, where life runs mile after mile

Underneath the wide sky, under the glowing moon

Erkan finds his peace, his melody, his tune

He loves the silence, loves the simple things

In the village life, where the songbird sings

Erkan köyde (Erkan in the village), living free

Underneath the skies, as it was meant to be

With the wind in his hair, and the earth in his soul

In this village he calls home, he's completely whole

Through the changing seasons, he stays true

In the heart of the village, where dreams come true

No need for grandeur, no need for fame

Just the joy of life, and playing nature’s game

Erkan köyde, his story’s simple and bright

A man of the land, bathed in soft, golden light

Living in harmony with the earth and sky

In the village, forever, where dreams never die