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Bu eser, duygunun sade hâlini anlatan bir HY-ezgi çalışmasıdır. ***************************************************************** Bu kanalda dinlediğiniz şarkılar, özgün şarkı sözlerimizin yapay zekâ destekli sanatçılar tarafından seslendirilmiş tanıtım amaçlıdır. Asıl üretimimiz: "ŞARKI SÖZÜ" dür. Bu sözler; albüm, single, film, dizi ve dijital projeler için değerlendirmeye ve iş birliğine açıktır. **************************************************************** SONG LYRICS: Centuries change the ground we walk on… But not the heart that carries us. I walked on sand before the streets had names, Learned how to survive before I learned my name. No lights, no walls, just the night and breath, Same fear in my chest, same dance with death. They built the world higher, stone by stone, Changed the sky, changed the throne, But the hunger stayed right where it was, In the blood, in the bone, in the weight I hold up. Different clothes, different time on the clock, Same look in my eyes when I face the block. History moves, but the pain don’t age, Just a new scene, same human rage. Different times, different names, Different streets — still the same. Different drums, same heartbeat, New world feet on ancient pain. Different lights, different frames, Same old fight — still the same. Change the land, change the face, Inside the man… still the same. Once I followed drums under open skies, Now it’s sirens singing me lullabies. Back then dust, now concrete floors, But the weight on my soul feel just as raw. They promise crowns, they promise gold, But survival never gets old. Every scar got a story to tell, Every step echoes something I knew too well. I’m not a king, I’m not a slave, Just flesh and will trying to behave. Time passed through me, left no stain, Just sharpened the truth, refined the pain. Different times, different names, Different streets — still the same. Different drums, same heartbeat, New world feet on ancient pain. Different lights, different frames, Same old fight — still the same. Change the land, change the face, Inside the man… still the same. Empires fall… Cities rise… The human heart… Never lies. I carry centuries in how I stand, Not in my skin, but in my hands. Every move learned the hard way first, Every word weighed by hunger and thirst. They call it progress, call it new, But the mirror shows the same old truth. Different era, different scene, Same soul trapped in a survival dream. I don’t glorify the road I knew, I just tell it straight, I tell it true. If you feel this beat inside your frame, You already know — we’re still the same. From sand… To concrete… From silence… To noise… The world changed. The human didn’t. __________________________________ STORY — “STILL THE SAME” Centuries pass, but the human face remains familiar. The man in this story is not one person — he is many lives in one. He walked on sand long before streets were paved. He learned rhythm before language, survival before comfort. Time changed the world around him. Empires rose and fell. Stones turned into buildings. Pyramids turned into pavement. But inside, nothing changed. The same hunger lives in his chest. The same fear visits him at night. The same pride keeps his head up when the world pushes down. Once, he listened to the drum under an open sky. Now, he listens to sirens between concrete walls. Different sounds — same heartbeat. He is not rich. He is not glorified. He is not remembered by history books. Yet he survives. The streets did not create him — they only revealed what was already there. Every scar carries an old memory. Every step repeats an ancient path. Every rhythm reminds him that struggle has no era. From ancient times to modern nights, from dust to asphalt, from silence to noise — he is still the same. __________________________________ Bu şarkı © 2025 by HASAN YILMAZ (HY-ezgi Studio), CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 lisansı altında yayınlanmaktadır. İzinsiz yeniden yükleme yasaktır. __________________________________ Seslendirme: Yapay zeka destekli Müzik Teknolojisi ile hazırlanmıştır. Tarih : 28.12.2025 __________________________________ Produced by HY-ezgi Studio © HY-ezgi Studio Tüm hakları saklıdır.